In this finite amount of time
Rush to crystallized truth
Austere Cycle
But she,
Every year she catches me
Naked vulnerability…
Flutter
It was a routine risk
That not even hindsight can find fault
Weighing In
If by chance
A turn
A booming disruption
Before the world returns
to regular programming
Start
Start sparks against the realm of “can’t”
Hallmark
I hope you become the person you know, as you visualize
First, by accepting who you are now
Implosion
What I lost
I willingly gave away
For every inch fought for
Against days laid to waste
To get a sliver of attention
Captive
You may feel like you’re back
But you never left
Not at all
What feels like looping laps
Is but a heavily distracted crawl…
All The Sports Cliché
Always play it smart on the floor, he said
So that even accidents yield
Better results
Shutting Doors
Living long enough
With suffice amount of
Entanglements within the same period
Teaches one to find meanings in how doors close
Depending on
How gentle the bolt gets tucked
The latch bore
