The time it takes to think is three dots…

…Little strands of thought
like wisps of mist in the forest.
Nothing to follow
nothing to grasp
just the visible presence of
Curtains in the Fog…

…When does memory become memory?
I will drop anything
at any time
if you need me.
Sit and cry on rainy stoops.
They say;
“Love is watching someone die.”
And I just – ugh – so happy…

…Were the world mine,
I could write out my own dream
where la fille danse,
sarei piú popolari,
we are what we believe we are,
and I am laughing with the stars –
we will hear them, we will know…

…All that I know is I’m breathing,
nothing but a man. Breathing.
What makes a man?                    (I Don't Know)
What makes him tick?                (I Don't Know)
Bel ragazzo, put down your sword
All we can do is keep       breathing…

…My heart is beating out of context
limping for recognition
strong bodies tight skin
a figure weakened by winter’s neglect
I am disvalued
the warning signs are endless –
*so who’s gonna watch you die?...

There's no looking back as you're breaking away,
just really nice apathy.
There's no recognition of the distraction
that went somewhere else.
I wanted them all to stay,
but now I just want to move.
It's not recognized that this thing is bothering me.
That part of something else is disvalued.
I don't want to listen to sad music,
but where is my brain going?
Can you do it again?

Dignity dismantled
Identity dismembered
Presence dismissed
Feelings disregarded
Rights disrespected
Abilities disvalued
Friends disappear
Ideas displaced
Always disappointed
Humbled and disgraced
Heart discouraged
Constantly disgruntled
Hills to climb, valleys to cross
Trusting in time, it will be clear
my life is not a total loss.