Faces & Sounds & Merry-Go-Rounds aka The ones you see

Do you ever know I think of you
although we’re both so far away
in not just space but also time?

When you hear those words I never said
from someone else’s lips,
does my voice ever echo in the subnotes?

When you sense a face in random patterns,
do they ever have my features?

I ask this now
of what seems to me
to be of you

Leaves & Needles
in a puddle.


the efficiency of sleepwalking

I still remember
waking up
the day ahead
a lifetime

our backyard was the world
the world is my backyard
the world is not our backyard

no one ever died
by the currant shrubs

a hedgehog

we buried it
my sister and I
by the apple trees
planted flowers on its grave
and cried for days
for lifetimes

a day is but the blink of an eye
waking up
at all
far from a daily privilege


Remember that weekend we got away
just the two of us
and we were arguing the whole time?
Remember when we went on vacation
to catch some sun on the beach
and it was raining the entire week?
Weren’t those some of the best times of our lives?

Listen. Remember this song?
How we used to fucking hate it?
Let’s dance and sing along!
We do know all the words by heart.

Remember how great everything used to be
when we were young?
Before all of that and all of them.
I don’t care what they say,
if it weren’t for all of that and all of them
it could still be like that,
because, you know,

A Powerful Thing.

Ey, why am I wearing these rose-colored glasses?
I don’t Remember putting them on.