Trembling. Soft hits as you play with the tension
Open door surrender, I quiver
Question. Are you there?
Lost in forever, unsaid answer

Last supper hued in memory, synecdoche of candles
Hand in hand to fall asleep
Fallback guarantees I called denial
My bed so perfectly arranged

“Hey, it’s kinda cold in here” susceptible flesh, distant bone. Red strings, pink cloth, the stoic blackness all round. All-you-can-eat-buffets won’t give you peace but something to ***** is better than nothing. Ideal collisions, my straight lines and low pressures – Passion ruins all my plans. I throw your cliches out in a bouquet and keep them as a razor. Sentimental. Waiting for something to happen. Smooth flick speechless. Indefinite time and the chores undone. But it’s all so simple?! Walking in circles around the word, I-you relation, relatively. Little by little I believe ourselves in the face of what? ‘Nothing’ is stopping us. So I drop my act, you touch my skin, I call you to sea, you dance in my living water. Evanescence in pearly bloom.
And then – then the meow of a startled cat, mice scurrying to the gutters, all at once the little ants bury themselves alive, life repels life.

I love you to pieces and can’t put them together

Every hermitage is a

definitive rush,

killed by peace.

A morning stretch--

with neighbors that

made it to the same

place.

Please don't fidget.

Forgiving yourself,
sometimes is letting go,

Letting go,
sometimes means not caring anymore,

Not caring anymore,
sometimes feels like pain,

Sometimes pain,
is pain,

Sometimes pain,
is being sorry,

Sometimes pain.
is having no more,

and sometimes,

missing,
can lead you to the floor,
can lead you to a door,
can make you skip the number four,
have you eat food you abhor,

Sometimes,
it's all just saying,
there's no time for sometime,

but really

someone in the song,
is from some time you adore
.

I was told happiness is ubiquitous,
Growing up, found it to be scarce-
Like a desert's mirage.
I was told men love once,
Growing up, realised it happens sporadically-
Like a drizzle's dance.
But when did I actually grow up?
Was it when my heart ached for beauties all around
Or when it was limerence that I sought?
A companion to cherish.
Perhaps it was the solitary confinement
When truth whispered softly in the dark,
That growing up is not about success and failure
Rather a journey of life embracing life's unknown adventures.