Month: April 2014

Speaking with the moon

An open journey to the night,

humble sounds and light,

soft-cast, shadow, street…

looking to the end;

air, warm and thick,

only to pause, and think:

then on, again.

To walk under a night sky,

speaking with the moon.



Love will not come easily,

I can not give again

so quickly.

I have lost my sense of self,

who will love me,

what am I to anyone?



You know black…

You’ll know black when dying seems easy…


I know black,

I’d like to die…

if it’d help…

doubt it.

Still, though….

Could black be any easier than slipping off,

casting away the harness and hooks of a palid life?

Pain is no excuse to stay,

pain is what staying brings.

It’ll only hurt, for one moment.

Am I close?

Damn straight.

So close that I see only more dark paths,

so close that I smell its warm breath,

dance in its cold arms…

God I’m close…

I’ll send you a post-card.