She hopped on the next train

Not knowing where it goes

Seeking a quick escape

From this figure everyone knows

Left behind the shadows

That follow her around

Headed toward nowhere

So far from being bound

Ripping at the seams

No one seems to see

They’re throwing love away

Like it never meant a thing

The lights will always shine

Down on this mocked parade

All to do is run

Don’t dare to say a thing

Every hole and corner

Can make or break a man

Such a shame to see

This person won’t be me

The Unknown

As we know,

There are known unknowns.

There are things we know we know

We also know

There are known unknowns.

That is to say

We know there are some things

We do not know.

But there are also unknown unknowns,

The ones we don’t know

We don’t know.

—Hart Seely

Now.

An hour and a half splitting my hair 

Ripping off all the ends

I breathe and continue looking at a blank screen

With a blank mind, and a blank room

With some blank eyes that don’t see much (anymore)

Between the four white walls that mock me

Keeping me stuck here. Suppressed

By dirty dishes, an empty wallet

And some logical mind. Keeping all my sanity.

With an empty stomach, I can even feel the pit of it

Screaming out loud,hopeless. 

Big smiles and some sad eyes.

Happy to see my sunflowers never die.

I’m safe. Its perfect. Nothing changes. It is.

Not like the long drives through the night

Walking on different grounds.City lights.

With an open heart and closed eyes, moving fast.

About to burst, whole.

But now there’s some sitcom blasting ,distraction to keep me from waking

And cutting through this thick air

Making it hard to breathe without choking 

And spitting out a word. Silence.

Too hard to believe, seeing myself

Folding into the pages of a badly written book.

It wasn’t a dream, I tell myself

Every morning when I open my eyes

Step foot on my floor and see

This is real. Now