you know you're depressed when
the window in your room
looks better with the
blinds on
than with a clear view of the outside

"But I'm all right," he said
to himself

Beyond the thin wall
he heard wheezing breath and grunts
and moans. His roommate
was living the college life, alright.

Kid kept saying it is game that gets
you girls and not money or looks. Sure, but
it's easy to say that
when your dad just
casually drops the keys to a brand new BMW
when he visits.

Meanwhile he's been bartending for
the last eight years, since he turned twenty. Maybe
dropping out of college wasn't
the greatest of ideas. Neither
was breaking up
with the only girl who cared for him. He
knew she cared for him because
she wouldn't stop nagging him
to go back to college. Because
she wanted a life
with him. Kids even, and all that.
Well, his answer was no

and three years ago
she said no to life. Perhaps for other reasons, he
wouldn't know now and it was
no longer important. Now it
was his turn to make a choice.
He stood
ambled to the window
opened the blinds
and the window
Watched the city below
Kept watching for the rest of the night
Unblinking
Major decisions were just
not his thing

insomniac

tangible darkness
let me take a picture of you

paint you on the wall
scribble your name on waters

in your naked form
bend you, so no one else

knows you but me, alone

insomniac darkness — tell me
my muse, let me taste you,

bewildering, like arrows in disarray
and white birds

surreal as falling seraphs and forked tongues

moist darkness
what is sulking inside you must submerge

with manta rays hemmed in circles long ago
curled horns probing, testing bygones,

frozen dawn condensing my azure dreams ashore

I want to write about the universe.
About how it's never ending.
About where we might go.
To where there's more creation in vibrant colours.

Or just dark holes to fill with sparkles.
No more quantum copy and paste.
True creation from within that can fly around.
I dive into it with wonder and find true love that never dies.

I cry as a creature all night.
Why won't you find me here?
Love that I can't reach.
Where should I go?

I want to write this to the universe.
Put it in a sparkling black and purple bottle, throw it in the endless waters.
Or send a ship with black sails and big old Vikings and I'll be hiding somewhere on their boat with them.
Sail off into the land we've never known.

Can we fall in love when we are dead?
I'm sure we can.
Even deeper.
Even heavier.

Without death.
Without decay.
True and pure.
Everyone is worth such love.

Divine us.
We are divine creatures.
We are Gods.
We feel our spirit.

We can fall in love inbetween worlds as well.
Enter that world with someone some day.
You are lucky, both very lucky when you can.
It takes great pain still to enter the inbetween.

It takes a life of strive and battle.
Being half alive,
Two bodies in the inbetween......
What a magical way to be. ✨🌙

I want to be away.
Take me away.
With you.
Let's sail off into the land we've never known.

Be my king.
Let me hold you.
Skin to skin and intertwined, redivined.
Us divine, us creatures, halfway into the universe.

Halfway still in a bed of sand.
On the ground.
The pieces that keep us around.
Around here for now.

Inbetween.