In her eyes,
a universe unfolds,
Where whispered
dreams and truths untold.
But barriers rise,
a fortress tall,
Against the tide,
I yearn to fall.

I am not perfect

I do not fit inside the box

For I decided to be the box

If I were a line I would not be straight

I do not believe in destiny;

Though I romanticize fate

My favorite animal may be a wolf;

Though I identify more with a cat or a fox

And everyone who knows me seems to like me alright

My boss always says I'm doing fine

But if I wasn't, would it be such a crime?

I try to do my best when I can

But there's only so much more I can stand...

Can someone give me a hand?

sarcasm demands
shared intimate history
for it to make sense

how many mails left
on read are too many — to
consider stoping?