Flying Kites

At times, I feel like I might be going a little mad.

Sanity hangs by a thread, entwined in my fingers, and I watch it wave and dance in the wind, enticing me to let go.

Infinite

I didn’t have enough words in me to capture that moment. So I wondered, why not capture it as it is.

One of those rare moments of clarity when the world falls away and all that remains is a feeling of silent awe of being here, in the present moment, as part of something infinite.

Ember

Perhaps you'll forever remain 
A glowing ember
In my heart;
A bit of warmth,
A touch of hope,
A fleeting flame for pensive nights.

Claustrophobia

I think I am beginning to feel claustrophobic, with the weight of my multiple personalities closing in on me.

How Things Are

I suppose that’s how things are.

They fall apart,

And scatter at your feet,

You trample them

In the rush of time

And as you gather them

On a lonely winter night

Fall away again,

Through the nooks and corners

Of your arms and your heart.