I've started writing
Again
I'm sure that would
make daddy
happy.
To know I've begun
to fill that empty space
with words rather than objects,
with emotions rather than people
and
with myself rather than everyone else.
What he doesn't know
What they don't know
What nobody know
is
that empty space is never filled
maybe a bit but never fully
not with boys or *****.
That space is ever growing .
Every time I think it's stopped
yet another event
stretches it
and who do I
tell about this
seemingly
endless dark space
when everyone I care about
has fallen
inside.

five am missed his redheaded friend
but i didn't miss him at all

i'm afraid of tripping and falling into familiar holes
so i stay up all night and keep guard
but i get tired,
fall asleep...
fall into familiar holes

clumsy child of the dark
tired daughter of the day
wary creature of the night

Ah, my friend
I've found you again
Drowning in the grey abyss of your own creation
The dark sea of worry that seems to swallow you every morning
The tide rises on the shore of our small island that will be dissolved by the hostile and thrashing waves of an angry ocean soon
You will drown and I will drown
Because your perception of the world is not as sound as some as some may have it.