They're going to notice soon -
the hollowness in my eyes...

These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...

"It's hard to speak my thoughts."
"But you're a writer", he said...

She used it tonight, my new name,
pulling me aside and brightly exclaiming...

They were there to rescue me,
and you may ask, what from...

It was a mad flurry
of departures...

Hands smaller than before
with see-through creases...

And it's not that I don't feel safe with myself,
or with this environment even...

She tumbles across the breezeless lake,
awaiting diamonds from his trip to the sky...

.
How does one measure the distance to moon's...

i don't know how she does it; after
waking up before dawn for two days...

I'm leaving my footprints behind,
for I won't be walking along your side...