alone

it has never bothered mefreedom of beingsolitude of thinkingloneliness of breathing it has never bothered meloneliness has grown to be a friendalone in a sea of voicesalone in a cave of emptinessit is all the samehollow, wanting, needing it has never bothered meas time goes bythe gaps between my fingers long for yoursthe cold side…

crossroads

they all come in small momentsculminating into thissteering you to go they all come everydayevery morning when you wake upasking you to move they all come eventuallythe forks in our pathsforcing you to choose they all come sooner or laterthe big crossroads in your waybegging you to change they all come in timethe crossroads of…