this is all fake
the laughs at the clink of...

Bodies are carbon,
hydrogen...

There goes the alarm clock,
the disturbing buzz...

You've never
been to Palestine...

The ride back
home was silent...

I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...

Let me tell you,
my depression...

I’ve been told many myths
about death...

The thought hits me sometimes
like a bolt from the blue, that...

Go on.
Speak of foreign lands...

The ocean is fathomless and welcoming.
Arms outstretch above...

In, thoroughly
then out, slowly...