Feb 2023
there is no
summer
just an
endless
pursuit
of the sweet
nothings
things that
don't matter
things that
fill this void
spanning the countless
cycles of becoming
next thing
and the next
captured
in a fragile
thought
fractured
stories
never still
enough to
stay
for a moment
more than the
passing
and the mind
sees nothing
there is
nothing
outside
nothing but
this restless
pursuit
it is
endless
it is
nothing
it is
mine
