seems like another

one of those nights.

how peaceful --

eyes open,

mind racing.

the world stands. and time stops.

the vacancy is pierced

only by my will.

gently, i am alone.

as the world sleeps ---

gently, i am alone.

seems like another

one of those nights.

one for post-rock; and regret.

a muddle of awe,

loneliness and peace;

i am

p l e a s a n t l y  

d e p r e s s e d !

my own patch on the planet.

my own island in the universe.

sometimes i wish someone shared it with me,

most times i don't.

an hour from dawn. yet

i'm still here.

i'm still here.

as the roses in my pocket tell me,

i'm still here.

2025.03.14 //;;