superfluously new

All gone a little fast. Thievery of a heart-case unknown, deception of a distance

that precedes perception. The door closes, down the hall, as I talk to myself

in a blank stare. On the other end is anyone...I hope. Only...one is like to breathe,

and any can live. Fireside chats are warmth in between zero and one. Colorful

words to my grey-shade scheme. Outdated characters kept in passing,

exquisitely arranges by one of so few....they were arrange by you.

Concentric Stars

So young, plus one
soft to speak .
Naive to herself.

Friend indeed,
friend in need.
Only need to know.

True light,
hidden behind.
Shadowed hairs.

Too unsure,
sure of two.
Worlds to take.

Beautiful spirit,
Blind eye turned.
Naive to herself.

Concentric stars.
One in another,
helping each other shine.

untitled

my head, a mess of thoughts
my life, a mess of actions
where i'm headed is only a
transcending of where i've been
the sun, my righteous path from
dark which i've been entrenched
those who knew me
know only its outer projection
true identity kept in what is most fond,
and equally prison; a mind
...don't leave me with myself