Do you know
What these eyes have seen?
I'm not going out
There.
The bodies lie on
Concrete,
Surrounded by the
Litter of emergency
Repair.
The faces of
Strangers,
Tormented by
Their ventures out
There.
How can you sell
The idea of
Fresh air,
When I've
Seen it exhaled in
Despair?

I am not unified.
Solidarity will
Not protect my throat.
It will not block
A raging car.
Or a backpack
Full of nails.
So, call me:
Agoraphobic.
I'm just
Scared.

a steel wind blew across the bridge.
one soul took flight.
table-buzzing brought the news.
office workers hoped
for a snow day.

a man died in war with the storm.
fluorescent images came after
the skies had cleared.
the Tube was quieter.
funny weather we’re having.

a steel wind blew across the bridge.
one soul took flight.
table-buzzing brought the news.
office workers hoped
for a snow day.

a man died in war with the storm.
fluorescent images came after
the skies had cleared.
the tubes were quieter.
funny weather we’re having.

Is anyone reading this,
Staring into Microsoft's abyss,
Wondering: is this why we exist?

'But what does love feel like?'

'Um... It’s a spectrum of all feeling,' I said.

        'I don’t understand.'

        'Well...it's sorrow when she leaves.
It's anger when you fight.
It's deep hate, but knowing
You cannot be apart.
It's happiness unparalleled.
It's the comfort of nothing,
And the confusion of everything.
It's the fear you love too much,
And the shame of when you **** it up.
It's the pain when you know it's gone,
And a yearn to try again.'

        'That doesn't sound so good at all.'

        'It's the greatest thing there is.'

It's the swell in your throat,
The tick in your brain,
The burn inside to do it again.

It's the loss of time,
The day gone by,
The shame you didn't even try.

It's the friends you lost,
The family feud,
The love you once knew.

It's the promise you break,
The lives you waste,
The hope one day you'll change.

It's the job you blew,
The card declined,
The shrinking of your pride.

It's the labeled disease,
The dopamine,
Escape from responsibility.

It's the last time,
The 'never again',
The 'one last chance, and then …'

It's the swell in your throat,
The tick in your brain,
The burn inside to do it again.

A piece of me here.
A limb of me there.
A hidden feeling to escape.
A palm in the wrong hands.
An eye pointing the wrong way.
A caustic air in my nose.
My heart was left alone.
My body was in places unknown:
Split. Apart.
Then, I met you.
Now l'm together,
And I can do anything.

Thank You.