My mind seething at 2am
awash in creative energies...

I want to see and be seen
just to hear and be heard...

Beginnings may be a dime a dozen
but endings come by their millions...

Beast
were you always so...

I sit at the bus stop, @ 9:03
What, my friend, do you see...

I'm talking to you
over numerous miles of wires...

In each heart
lies life and death...

Reformatted is her mind
Her memories Deleted, gone, erased...

Can true friendships be formed?
at least can they...

In my own mind
I take on forms of countless avatars...

Every moment is composed of both joy and sorrow
one taints the other...

Is love a liability?
or does it have inherent utility...