Pull

O' you there or here or where thou dwells

in any moment

all ways here

but there.

stay here.

esteem on heavens shelf

collecting dust until the next week.

the words and touch and smile and the things I haven't the words for...

pervading thru.

And I wish though my wishes have been decommissioned.

There

How did this happen?

Though I saw it coming.

Even the way it transpired

How did this happen?

One of us will bleed out.

No one will recover.

Metonymy

I am a troubled man
an aeon in the making of ruin
I've had to withstand
how I stand next to nothing
and go unnoticed,
a monument to failure
occupying the margins of error.

When will "Incredible" and it's synonyms
stop being an antonym?

No matter where you go, there you are.

Help.

The same white day pressing toward.
Stop tomorrow.
Light toward stop.
you've been leaving for far too long.
My dreams only last one second.

My knuckles would turn white.

Anno Domini

Year.

You secretly keep it.

What Happened.

Back to this?

I guess it bothers me most 

that I had to leave.

To come back to a place where I have nothing.

I find it completely odd that I am able to make acquaintance 

with random people on the street in every other place than here.

I loathe life because I have to do something.

99% of the time things that I don't want to do.

I needed that

and I needed you

just the way we were

and I feel appreciated.

Thank you.

Push

...because I'm saving us all from ruin.

And I know my ways are unorthodox.