You don't have to love life
to live it.

What are the odds
of capturing petalled dreams,
trapped between tangled
webs of tomorrow;

we walk on parallel lines
of fate, which keep
lengthening,
beckoning us forward,

and our ever-eager souls
seek out where ends meet
into one...

what are the odds
of sleeping peacefully tonight,
yet another one spent
aimlessly tossing around;


the winds stifle a laugh
as they mark my skin.

There is a gap in my soul,
awfully vibrant, through
which slides everyone
and everything;

the black sticky paws
of an unseen monster
creep slowly forward,
prowling in its wake.

I tilt my head
from side to side,
the blunt edges of
an empty horizon
merge into one...

an optical illusion
and I hallucinate;
my paranoia has
reached its peak.

Within every individual,
I see a monster, lurking..
out there to get me, to
grab me - unwarned.

I look back to see
my own reflection
smiling back grimly;
my shadow grows larger,

with every step I take ...