it feels like im saying
and writing
the same things over and over
but they are important to me
and i need them to be heard
to be seen
so i will not stop
until i am understood
by all of you
and by myself

but even as an atheist,
being in his arms
felt like heaven
to me.

for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet

Tomorrow I will wake up and look at this world, totally bewildered.
I just know that.

I'm desperately searching
For an ounce of permanence
In a world in which
Everything fades to nothingness

i don't know
what to hope for anymore
except
an answer

It's difficult to sleep without you,
With you, it's rather impossible.