guillotine.

aboard a train. i am the only passenger.
away. away.
with these calloused hands around a delicate delegate.
whispers, whispering.
rust sets in, a rustic setting. keep on forgetting.
of letting go, and of tooth and nails.
sending postcards.
wish you were here.

first day.

sleeping through my day. done with this already.
a world of inflated ties and tired eyes.
i dont share your good fortune.
i wait for the day to be over.
affected so. its dreadful though.
that all i can do is wait.
welcome back!

birth.

thank you.
and the glass is clear on the bathroom mirror.
its numbing but im coming home.
waving in hello's.
washed my hands clean.
resolutely.
nihilistic, i guess.
but i sleep soundly with a smile on my face.

requiem for a dream.

everyday i remember. everyday i am reminded.
stuck between a rock and a hard place.
i want to tell you. but i cant.
its at night when i feel the distance most.
ive read your letter over a dozen times.
and each time it hurts.
but i keep touching the fire.
timing is everything.

relent.

vapour sneaking underneath the door.
winding, finding its way in.
begins the racing. begins the chasing.
seesawing between extremes and i cant choose sides.
today im scared.
tomorrow i wont care.
all's fair, in lover's wars.
hold your silver tongue.

the patient.

lost a wing along the way.
skimming tree tops.
airplanes soar overheard. lights blinking at me.
you are the lighthouse.

hindsight.

i am the editor. close intent.
backwards and forwards in and out of our lives.
least i wont be alone tonight.

and it all went white...

clean slate begins now.
im going away. somewhere over the rainbow. and if birds can fly over, why cant i?
time to think. time to blink. a different perspective. a new objective.
and in the darkness only but the loneliest hearts remain.
(ctrl z. ctrl y.)
that someone so handsome should care.
thnks fr th mmrs.
farewell... for now.

its that sinking feeling...

a stranger. a chill down my spine, cut through the bone.
a racing heart.
afraid. so afraid.
its so cold.

morning.

why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?

optimism.

the morning has a crisp air to it. i breathe, invite the cold of the breeze into my lungs, feel it rushing through me and i exhale carbon.
discarded thoughts and revelry.
its just me and the words, and the songs of the birds.
ive got a spring in my step, a lightbulb over my head. glowing. always.
when yes means maybe. finding silver since there is no gold.
dopaminergic.
please.