You ask how I feel?
Exposed - a newborn...

I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...

You feel like you are clenching
ten iron nails around your fist...

You hear me perfectly,
with an audibility that even...

You are everywhere,
on the lifeless nights where I wonder...

At twilight
my heart warms itself to you...

You can't say I don't have any more
home runs left in me...

Death
is nothing to be feared...

I need to be more grateful; mother already
comments that I complain about the mundane...

I don't mind that my soul is wild...
You're looking to settle down though...

I weep, grasping onto a intangible moment
where I could define the core of happiness...

can I be silent, tonight?
look how you laugh without me...