(Scheduled)

 

Purpose of Hiding

I see clearer when—

I take this veil from my eyes.

So then ehy do I hide?

For style or from fear?

 

Music

Why do I deny myself the

ever-soothing pleasure I

was without for so long?

 

When will I allow my life to

return to normal?

 

Will it—or I—ever?

 

Buzz

The world has been so quiet,

In these past weeks.

No buzzing, no phone—[illegible word],

Time for peace,

Yet have I used it?

 

In some moments, I think back,

To what once was—

What can never be again.

 

Lives, Innumerable

So much to read—to know.

So many experiences—so many thoughts.

So much pain—why can't I feel it all?

 

The Leaf

A conversation remembered,

     from all that time ago—

          from childhood.

A conversation...

     About a leaf,

          The sun,

               And life.

 

Love?

Did I love her—does it matter?

My first—second?—love?

Would that I could,

See her again.

Though it wouldn't be the same.

So could I have just stayed there?

With her?

Forever?

 

- Someone, Somewhere, Somehow