we weave words
like tangles of fragile threads...
As I learn more
about the way I think...
How come is your absence more present than your...
How come world is suddenly this empty...
my heart,
is separated by the narrowest...
My flesh bound
to a broken soul...
The only lie I can guiltlessly tell is one where I...
That each day is the straight and narrow...
If I dive down
deep...
A fogginess
in my thoughts...
I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...
Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five, you are on my mind
With each rotation, it hits harder every time...
Eloquent, deathly
a few moments of silence...
I’ve’ forgotten how stones get tossed
After thrashing my mind around secluded ponds...