low

bedtime lullaby to sadness, to let myself sleep forget full of faces I can’t see you without my glasses no, I can’t see clearly… where are you in this misty chaos, of our past and the present and my future?   I am divest of you I am divest of all I just might fall…

the things we want to do..

It’s all just so worrying, because we spend all this time thinking and realizing but none of it wants to get down on paper. It wants to stay floating in the nebulous mind void, or non-void, rather, as it is full but it can take on the appearance of being a void. The mind pretends,…