It’s not the tomorrow I’m afraid of.
You don’t know
how much it takes
To pull yourself out of the dark hole
And move upward the walls of the abyss.
It is a drill
Unheard, unseen, unwanted.
It is a move stuck in slow motion
Getting slower by the day…
Just put on your make up.
You know it is a warlike paint.
The mirror smiles back
Unaware and unsuspectingly…
Just another day in paradise…
It is today’s crack I worry about
And the black faceless bodies
Of shadows without a voice.
Waiting patiently nearby
To pull you back in
If you step aside the rope.
Yet, again,
I immerse in the silence
To voicelessly weep under the waters.
Safe in my mother’womb.
Irma'sKiss 
After All,
I felt you again in my sleep last night. Like always my dreams of you are peripheral. An overheard conversation where your name is mentioned; a letter in my hand I try desperately to read before I wake. A Styrofoam coffee cup and half-read book on an empty table where I knew you were just minutes before. It’s as tough my dreams are a mirror of my waking world, like finding myself walking down the street where I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of you, only to look again and realize it wasn’t you after all.
Lang Leav
Who are you, Universe?
Lifelong admirer