Chasing words: August 2012

Monday, August 27

Sometimes all these bags
cry for their futility
so just don't listen

Here, infinite days
Here, in the fog of the mind
Here, I remember

Just looking forward
This numb body walking to
a different future?

Cocoon, warm music
stirring tears and a quiet smile
a wish: endlessness.

Everything drags here
and everywhere I can feel
invisible hours.

The trees bend strongly
my body dragging forward
a night with no dreams.

Uninspiring, this
dull sky. Treading silently,
leaving no traces.

Closing and burning
fake light steps in the green
counting down the days.