What am I to do when the gladiolus cannot stretch...
this vase of loneliness anymore...
We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...
They were lifeless before they could meet,
like the ingredients in the ocean...
The road-end, flees like horizons
holding on to their distances...
I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard...
The Mind is a Rascal, it makes me fear
It robs my Bliss, it robs my Cheer...
~~revised~~
"I love you for all the women I have not known...
Is it schizophrenia,
knowing that everyone knows everything...
We live together though
we die separately...
Too much effort
to drink...
I let the flowers die,
not even batting an eyelash...
I wish I could let myself feel it.
The reality that you care...