everywhere I go
there is time
on my computer
via internet
on the radio marked
hour by hour
by DJ’s with nothing better
to do than spin three minute tunes
on my alarm clock
on all the clocks
in all the rooms in my house
on the cooker
in my car
on my phone
time is everywhere
except with me
sometimes I have to escape
and forget it exists
slowly and quietly
eroding my life
marking my days
sometimes I just want to be late
as though it doesn’t matter
and nobody minds

Stands on the porch.
His gaze set on a lock.
He peers through the keyhole.
Nothing.
Sets off to find it.
What will open her?
What will free her?
Will he?
No.
It will.
But what is it?
He looks.
He searches.
He cannot find it.
He will not give up.
The house is crumbling.
She is crumbling.
He won’t let her fall.
Not now.
He is close.
He can feel it.

There.
He has found it.
So close yet so far.
Why?
Because she has it.
She doesn’t understand.
She will not give the key up.
She doesn’t know what will happen.
The house will crumble.
It will fall.
Not only will it break her, but it will break him too.

4:21 am
Everything feels dead
The silence
The emptiness
The nothingness in my head
My hands no longer shake
I no longer feel fear
Emotions have gone
From sadness to none
I wonder what have I become
Tomorrow might be better
But it probably wont
Whats one good day
If the next ten are a slump

They all began behind the same line.
He knew that.
But.
They didn’t begin at the same time.
For them the gunshot was earlier.
Now.
It came too late for him.
Or so he thought.
Every race.
The gunshot wouldn’t come to him until it was too late.
Too Late.
But was it?
No.
He didn’t know.
Everyone’s came at different times.
Now he knows.
Not only this, but something else too.
Even if it only came too late for him, it was okay.
Too late was his now.

you're tired mi amor
you don't have to stay awake anymore
come, gentle night.
laying next to you, I've never felt like this before
seemed as if life was nothing, but a bore
come, gentle night.
there's nobody else that I adore
having to say good-bye is something I can't afford
come, gentle night.
but for you, I will always care for
therefore, I must go
trying to convince myself that this is for the best
I head out the back door
come, gentle night.

time makes us miss the feelings of yesterday.

i stand with arms wide open, ready to welcome you home.

and there you are
running, running, running,

to the one that has no arms for you.

how can you love someone
and trust in them,
when you only carry love
for anyone but for yourself,
because you don't trust
in you,
and you can't love you.