Dissociation is a friend of mine
She wears a leather jacket and tells me when to run and hide
She puts up glass walls between me and everything else
She doesn’t trust anyone, she hardly trusts herself
The glass walls can only be seen by me
Which explains why people find it hard to understand
That I can’t feel much of anything, even with my own two hands
I can touch you, I can even *******
But I can’t guarantee we’ll ever be close
Because the girl who wears the leather jacket, tells me she loves me most

Someone once wrote
I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain
or happiness:

It all started back in two thousand and four
That was the day he fornicates with the island *****
Today, I am searching for words and meaning:
Of lost, lies and regrets: but what have I done to ensure

It would never happen again,
I had to clean the mirror of truth:
Hold back from falling in love again:

Then I remember the quote:
The face is the mirror of the mind,
and eyes without speaking confess
the secrets of the heart. Quote St. Jerome**

On the other hand it was the best thing
I ever did: and that was to test the water:
Somehow, it made a lot of sense
About two is company, three’s is a crowd:

What have I done? I let the weasel ran free
So that I could have built up some happiness,
Yesterday, is history, today is creativity and new ideas
Tomorrow seems like pending announcement:

you taste like the fizzy sodas,
watermelons in summer,
the afternoons i spend daydreaming,
clear skies inside milk cartoons.
we meet in between the lines,
touch sparks like fireworks
and heat melting off our walls,
we're two lines crisscrossed
into several points,
constellations and corners.
first kisses,
shy touches,
getting to know.
you taste like the strawberry lip balm
you put on before dinner,
bucketfuls of cotton candy,
midnights that sound like gentle waves,
middays that promise fondness.
let me catch your bottom tier
between both of mine,
catch your hand under the table,
catch you when you fall.
i am no traveller or adventurer,
but i'd be eager to map out
your every nooks and crannies.
fill in your edges as you caress my curves,
finish where you start and
end when you begin,
meet you every time i dream
of the cloudless nights and the stars
above your rooftop, inside your eyes.
i am not big on promises
but set again another date,
let's do this again
and i won't be late.

Novels are great,
reading  is more than a treasure,  
its a pleasure entering another world,
Empathy with the characters is the be all of it.
Your inner voice, the heard sanctum.

Hunger is that
which makes a beast out of the man.

Hunger resides not in the food clogged intestines.
If it does then it is a disease.

For a mere loaf of bread,
the captive of hunger must steal.
The captive of hunger must ****.

Hunger devours the pious.
Hunger erases all morals.
It leaves us fearless.
It leaves us naked.