unbound

everything appears easy
in retrospect

everything makes sense
in retrospect

but retrospect is not reality
and in the now, things are never that clear

surrounded

falling rocks rattle

forgotten music

a crow, a bark
in the distance

barren, covered
parts and wholes

forgotten music

after the shuffle

clouds float, slowly making their way across the sky
while the moon and I choose to remain motionless.

at a standstill.

the sky has become so clear that even the stars have deemed it worthy of making an appearance in this beautiful, smog-ridden city.

at the touch and scent of cold cement,
I breathe the air.

deep, steady breaths of fresh night air.

post-preface

stare, listen to
the song spilling
over and
into

stare, watch four
blinks shift from
past to
future

now

an awakening
behind, though forever
inside

what change, what beauty, what gladness

the one who's always in

denial

...DENIAL?

You have misinterpreted me. Who I am.

And I'm sorry--I'm not saying this to be cruel--but you are the one whose life is DRIVEN by denial.

Or actually, one could say your life is NOT driven because of it.

denial?

try

feeling.
sensitivity.
optimism.
idealism.

Your words hurt me...wound me.
They're poison, and this is all I can do to flush it out.

YET

Your name was on my ticket. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But no. Right there, in bold letters, your name was printed on my ticket.

And I laughed to myself at what was just another.

combination

the bruises
are no longer
visible

but that doesn't

mean they
are no longer
there