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I'm confused for no reason.
I feel like I'm forgetting something.
It's just out of reach in my mind.
It's raining.
But it's not adding up.
Unclear.
Feel like I'm losing my mind.

When The Sun Rises

I don't know. I never feel at home. I've always felt disconnected from this world. Not in an extreme way, just ever so slightly. Like I was walking hand-in-hand with the world, but somewhere along the way I took a misstep, and ever since then we've been out of alignment. But sometimes when the night becomes the morning like it will pretty soon, I wonder if there's something spiritual at work when the sun raises, and it feels like my soul wakes up. Is it possible at times I really become one with this world?

awake again

Is my insomnia making me honest with myself? No, I don't hate myself. I pity myself because I can see the way I struggle with everyday things others do so carelessly. Things that would normally require half the effort.

falling short

A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.

Moments

Maybe it was the haunting
Opulent light of midnight's
Majestic grace bringing forth an
Ethereal radiance so beautiful yet
Never more heavenly than you. But, on
That night, as the moons reflection hid among the
Slow waters of the ocean, I saw your wings.

Haikuesday

the expectation!
slip my finger in; pry your
envelope open...