To saturate your thoughts to
a condensable(of condensation) quantity,
I linger yet again at
the brink.
Of Existence, of course.

To forgive a past sin:
I have to gather up resolves much
ahead of me.
And then to pull up some more
to fill the emptiness.

To choose darkness over light:
so it doesn't really hurt your
eye,
to choose silence
over the pressing power
of unspoken-guilt,
of un-shed leaves
apon the sea of self-created
paths.

Does depression come in a foil of gold?
It glints and glimmers on every
waking second
and covers your memories with
a thin film of dust.

Dregs of brewed tea
never rise up
with the steam-
I can see my spirit lift.

A structured pattern of clothing
against soft skin
puts it in a temporarily
fixed structure of thought.
Buy one structured life
from a seller with white hands:

It should colour you a bold shade.

To know a darker shade of things:
to know as a fact that shadows
of greater things gush onto the objects
in it's 'cover'.

Words, saline in the starlight.
Lighten in the day-light.
why do things go bad, a day later?
and fester into live things
a week later?

It's a confusion of the laws
of co-existence.
Does living in one way get
you what you need to reach the end?

To wait upon a moment
when you'll be filled with
blasts of words
that will bring you to
a painful, heartfelt,
freeing release.

To long for the pristine glory
of being an individual without
a single doubt-
I've been that way ever since.
Since...I'd rather not recall.

An incomplete diet,
an unfinished story,
a weak heart-beat.