life is just a series of open-ende
things that are left unsaid, quest
/waiting and waiting.
prolonged eye contact is one of th
it’s when you and another person f

The man with the black top hat, an
He came to my door, and shook my h
Said, fear is near, you must shed
You think this is bad, oh just wai
I let him in, poured him tea.

The days pour into the next
Leaving me nothing
Except me
I close my eyes
I try and make the stars aline

It’s possible to love someone you
It’s hard because these feelings c
Maybe I have a perfect perception
Maybe this perception is not true
I live in a land of wonder in my h

It’s an epiphany in the stars,
that answers questions I’ve had fo
I keep walking on mars, to forget
my lonely years, and those drunken
I wake up without a regret,

A feeling that is unfortunately ti
Not a poem that is rhyme-less,
It makes sense, but feels tense.
I swear we shared something real,
I am not quite sure of your ordeal

It speaks my words
And breaths my name
It makes me wanna go insane
It laughs at my pitty
Screams out the truth

It’s funny we only knew each other
but the the hour and a half I spen
was more real than anything I’d ev
You told me you were with someone,
with me you were just having fun.

I was silenced by your silence,
an internal violence...
An unsuspected science.
What’s the opposite of chemistry?
What do you make of me?

Waking up in a different dimension
everything is up for grabs– such s
I can feel my soul is wrecking hav
My insides bursting at the seems,
and nothing is as it seems.