My own ignorance is my life’s greatest...
I am torn between two perspectives...
My heart's like a volcano
Dormant but still alive...
Stuck in the eye of the storm.
These walls built from wind keeping me trapped in...
They tell me.....
I'll be writing her final stanza soon...
each night that comes I wait in vain
for you to come back once again...
It is lonely over here
in a corner dim, with the bar a-brim...
It feels inevitable
The end...
I don't understand
I don't understand anything...
The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
Unwanted visions collect thoughts -
I file them away...
How
How...
Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...