They say, the dying are greeted, by their mothers
She comes for them at the end
Her love reaching further than bookends
Loving before, when you’re but an idea
A single cluster of cells,
Pregnantly waiting,
For birth

You came into the world quickly,
Precariously, the way you moved in life
Your pace blazing—light speed  
A glow that burned from the beginning

You were likely, the first person I ever held,
Me being too little to hold onto anything much bigger
But of course I adored you right away,
Right from when I first held you,
You made more than a daughter

You left the world quickly too,
during the month the sun burns the hottest,
August sweeping you into the air.
So I wonder, who came for you?

What I like to imagine,
and most desperately hope,
Is that you were greeted by a softness
A loving net cast by our grandmothers
Rocking you slowly
Pulling you back into our linage

Black
Is all I see
Nothing
Is what I'll be

Highs
Money
Lows
Is she?

I am nothing
Invisible
Invincible
I love the sound of loneliness

Don't bring me gifts
I am not a Holmes
They're not my home
Every steps come
As i do
Uninvited

I am not blind
I can see
What's this dividends?
What am I?
The number below one

The Earth is an aquarium in which we live
reality so sure that it leaks like a sieve.

We understand what we can see touch and feel, but other matters seem so unreal.

Thousands of years we have run around, but not even one footprint on Mars can be found.

We are trapped here from birth until the end of our days, to run like rats in this furious maze.

Death comes to all who are part of this race. It is the great collision between reality and faith.

I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Erased.

I am waiting to hear from you.
I am waiting to see you.
I am waiting to hug you.
I wait to talk to you.
I am waiting to spend Eternity with you.
I am waiting to see my real mom.

The snow drowns me,
in cold white solitude.
Down down down I fall,
until I feel nothing,
Nothing at all.

You can still see the imprint,
where I fell through,
The snow covers all,
a false, clean, wonderland,
In which I lie small.

The air punches out of my lungs,
as the snow constricts more,
I am paralyzed,
my brain starts to close in,
I will surely be traumatized.

I won't make it out this hole,
I will be just another thing,
Hidden just below the snow,
where no one will find me,
Except maybe a crow.

I sink even further,
to my own personal hell,
I can't feel anymore,
my brain turned off,
And everything is cold right down to my core.

I dream of running,
to someplace warm,
Where I might not drown,
but I am stuck here,
In this one horse town.

They'll bury me someday,
maybe once it melts,
Maybe they'll find me,
when they go looking for pelts.

I begin to fade away,
slowly, as I go to die,
I wish it went faster,
for it's slower than July.

And with my last thought,
I realized it was all for nought.

Goodbye, old friend,
You saw me clear through to the end.