your name feels soft in my mouth –

i swirl it around,

small sounds echoing through the walls

wrestling with the pauses,

each letter tactically planted

to obey the one after – 

finishing off silent, like a sigh.

The trees are gone 

The seashore is lit by the shadows of sharks

I don’t want to go home

Where tables and chairs are empty

And walls echo from the distance

A charming song for no one to hear 

A blizzard for the bespoken lie

It is I who speak the depths of cosmos

It is I who dares to see the light

The wisdom is chosen by the 

Slow running stream

Don’t ever chase nightmares for horseback rides,

don’t drink from the fountain of youth –

The dream will end when there’s no more of it. 

i guess,
if i ever wrote a suicide note
it would just say
fuck you all.

who would have thought
that i’d still wish for you
the way i did
a full earth’s cycle ago