Awkwardsness

Which way to turn, which way to run?
Do I create awkwardness?
Layers and layers, walls and walls

Who really am I? People

ask,
and Ask,
and ASk,
and ASK

I crack a small smile trying to hide my fear of that unknown answer

Is a rose at the bottom of a fire still a rose?
Or a hallowed shell of a once beautiful miracle

Dodge l e f T, weave R i g h t


Somewhere, some how, this self inflicted solitude is comforting
"Anonymity is comforting", says I to myself

Do I still believe my own lies?

When does the time come?

Love flies? On lofty winds of chimera? Ha!
No
Love crashes, splinters, cracks

And yet still, this sense of warmth from a light long lost in my mind
warmly calls to me

God why must things in general be complicated?

If I go south, I am retreating
If I go east, she might get the wrong idea
If I go west, I might get the wrong idea
If I go north, Goodness! Not North!

Stupid large bets, and large returns, no one ever wins from gambling

How can one look into a room without any windows or doors?

Sometimes I do believe I’m my own worst enemy