Monday, October 31, 2011



Collapsed into an inner cavity of nothingness, I have lost sight of the reason I fell. Maybe if the world had stopped spinning, then the one inside me could finally cease sinking. Reality drowns me in its rootless nonsense, and all I want to do is stay afloat. But perhaps that was too much to ask, because I am still gasping for air, for time, and for who I used to be.

Sunday, October 9, 2011



Broken-winged on plumes of hope
the mind soars into an infinite horizon of chance
Unseen, uncharted, unknown
clouds of chance.

Living the frail dream of another
I want to fly to you.