no idea what happened to life
if i had one,
no sense in looking for it.
After all these years
died and came back
the same mistakes.
whomever i should have been
I have been nothing but
the beginning and the end of the ones I love
the ones who loved me.
Stranger than the language I write in this instant.
a misunderstanding, a place in which i think i am.
about to be full precise dense intense blue and purple
dims vaguely in the horizon
what promise was written nowhere?
no one whispered to me
into what underworld should i descend to find it?