Rain falls soft on me
Doors won't open with a stare
Wet, I shall remain.

its a good morning,

a cold morning...

full of beautiful imperfections.

chains of leaves

falling like souls intertwined.

dark nobody...

compassionate libations

Shine with hypocrisy.

mondays smell crowded.

evil people suck.

but, the weekends love

lingers like shadows in my eyes,

wet like rain.

erotic monster suits

sleep soft

through my beginners mind.

the meaning of life?

tears... my friend.

soul stained... with your smile

:-)

hollow is an aching term,

to ache is to long and to long is to ache.

what shall fill this void?

what will make me whole?

looking deeply inward...

searching for motive and meaning...

overlooking the flower that floats on the surface.

i am lonely.

however, being alone is nothing new to me

and yet, i'm only recently stricken with this disease.

this dis-ease that hollows the soul,

and makes me long for temporary relief.

band-aids floating in the wind

shall i pick the next one off the breeze?

would she fill the emptiness that lingers?

doubtful.

hope and fear play with my careless intent

they are the racquets and I am the ball

bouncing from one to the other and back again,

with only the vaguest illusions of control. 

hoping that fear does not make me seem desperate

and fearing that hope is nothing but smoke and mirrors

casting the ugly shadows

of missed opportunities.

hollow is an aching term.