On Truth

It is like an arena theatre – where everyone can see everything from all sides. We just close our eyes to what others have in mind. It’s easier. And we put it all on the side, for later. Like the leftovers of your dinner that you ask the waiter to pack you for home. And…

Neon

My pages burn in an iron plate on the wooden table in our September hotel. Carpet’s soaked with beer that we spilled and I couldn’t care less about the mess. And you spoil me, dear – Breakfast in bed but we’ve got nothing to cheer for. The smell of smoke is still in my hair…

as of now

Maybe someday we could take our time, and I could show you this love of mine. And you could use your words so fine, and nothing would leave us blind. We’ll run on the pavement of clouds, and lowly we’ll leave our doubts. And nothing will fool us false. I want to forever be close….

a changing clarity

I am a changing clarity, but I cannot be as pure as sanity. Wave in me, out of the everyday scrutiny. Somewhere where the shores are endless, where actions cannot be helpless. The need, it pours in my veins. It’s ripping me. But I cannot get over your dignity. I’m below the lowest I can…