what is with these ballet shoes?
I've been dancing, dancing
But they are starting to wear out

what is with this resignation
plausibility
i'm still strapped to the ribbons on my feet

Yesterday I was clever.
That is why I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise.
That is why I am changing myself

jealousy

Jealousy,
You are my mind's purity-stealer,
You are my heart's peace-intruder,
You are my life's divinity - invader!

onward,

it is seven thirty

past the break of dawn

sweeping, fli cker ing

flirtatiously

f a i n t ly

beckoning my restless body

an inkling of dreams

but i cannot, and i succumb to the grip of my pencil

and the social network of which i whore shamelessly

only thinking of a singer's resonating tune that will greet me soon

and the sweet interference of morality

Might I presume?

Another pleasure of thought

Hours of laughter

As sweet as port

after which i drift back into my cheating slumber

oneyearfiftyonethousand

and

two hundred

has our discovery waned?

has our love yielded to obscurity

it no longer sparks

when our fingers touch

and my unseen tears

drown in my empty well