Could you ever really know?
Such hate wastes away the early hours...
Eats at your sensibility.
I stare upwards at the green entangled mass that is my room.
And I think of each of you.
Silver meets steel in the twisted embrace that is life.
Sickening.
Absinthe drips from my tap.
My sink overflowing with liquid muse.
Absinthe drips from my lips.
Artistic licence printed in my eyes.
My hues the canvas.
My iris the paint.
My lashes the brush.
My eyelids the easel.
Each time I blink a new picture is presented to the world.
There is a universe in each of them.
Or is that simply your reflection?
Yes…There is the answer to life.
Be careful not to stare too long.
It is so easy to get lost in yourself.
The gold of my christening bracelet catches the light, it flickers and causes me to think of you.
How I have hurt you, how I have loved you or simply how I have done neither nor been given the chance to.
My loves.
My friends.
I think of you.
Even the stranger who reads this, I think of you.
Could you find the answers to life in the tassels on your walls?
I think of how you will learn.
I think of how you will die, I think of how you will live.
I think of how you will love or never love at all.
Take the left or take the right it hardly matters to me.
I'll meet you on the other side.
The Mistress of the paths grips my senses and dawns on me the reality of my future.
Yet tells me not what to do.
Pathetically I pray for the answers which I already know.
For I wrote both answer and question myself.


I see the doves in all of your eyes, rising, rising.
Each single feather reflects the outcome of the past on your present.
I see the cerebella in your head, falling, falling.
The wanderings of your hands.
The wonderings of your minds.

Wonder with me at this beautiful temporary state known as life and truly forgive me.