I find no comfort in the touches of strange,
the lies I read,
in their future
etched into their palm.

The eyes I can not decipher,
I find nothing beautiful
about that shade of green,
it sickens me
that her eyes,
I've found in another's.

Pour out to me a milky soul,
I cannot see its depth,
Some may find this uncertainty
exciting,
but to dive wholeheartedly
into the abyss...




Tell me, where you shocked when it hurt you?

I do not blame you,
for every person I meet
has a mist hiding their
intentions.

Everyone is a stranger.

The question now is

Are you afraid to live life alone?