Travelling amidst the chaos of mind, Amidst the clawing pain that crushes my heart,
The impossibility of hope to find, Reasons that are shattered apart. Amidst cyclical sorrow of being a being
In the concrete jungle of blunt reality, There is you, a tender pain in every beating,
And my harrowed face reflecting misery
On a device that makes my soul free.

So like a joker by the window
Of a box that rolls forward,
Amidst everything and you and my throe,
The senseless colors of the world ******.

Feb. 26, 2025