Cold

when the truth is not what I want, I often morph it into a storyline I want it to be and put it over my eyes and ears. When it bit me, I said it was my sacrifice I willingly made. When it stole from me, I said I willingly gave to it. When it lied to me, I said I knew the truth already, but willingly feigned to believe the lie.
But in the end, the story never held,
and dark spots started to spread all over.
From the start to the finish nothing had changed.
so I told myself, I won’t do this again.

11.12.2023

Subconscious

I woke up in the middle of my sleep
because my lungs, gasping for air
as my throat growled with a cry.
I tried to remember what it was I cried for
but the dream had eloped into the darkness.
when I got up from my bed,
I felt a wet sympathy
and a desire to apologize
to my subconsciousness.

11.6.2023

Speed

it’s thick of thin things.
I am running fast,
yet the mountains remains vast.
Sun goes up and down,
the rain falls, and tree leaves fall
yet it’s as if I am stuck in slow-mo
what is the secret key
to zoom through it all?
some say it’s a rest,
some say it’s love,
some say it’s serendipity.
I wonder what it could be.

11.3.2023