Everything is more beautiful at 4am
In autumn.
The dry leaves carried by the breeze
Sound like footsteps.
I’m alone but it I almost feel
Like someone wants to be near me.
My cigarettes lie extinguished
Scattered down the glistening wet streets.
I have put the tar into my body
And it now returns to the road
Like a twisted circle of life.
At 4am
I almost feel
Like I know who I am.
At 4am
I almost feel.

The sky is the only thing that keeps me believing in a higher power.

There is a tree across the valley,

And if I could, I would

Build a majestic golden bridge

To meet up with it’s branches.

I would dance along the metallic floor,

As warm bare toes touch each golden tile,

I cross gallantly.

I would look down on the mundane life of the people,

Through their dusty windows,

And pity them as I pass them by.

I would let my mind release them

As I walked towards the future,

Towards the tree,

Towards the distance.

I’m bored

I’m hungry

I eat

I cry

I eat again

I look in the mirror

I vow never again.

I’m lonely

I’m not hungry

I cry

I eat

I look in the mirror

I expand.

If happiness is a flame

Then I am the embers.

Yesterday

I skipped through fields of flowers

Frequently flashing the breeze a smile

Petals in my hair

Chocolate in my heart

The world in my hands.

Today

I lay down on the kitchen floor

Letting teardrops roll onto the tiles

Nothing in my hair

Nothing in my heart

Nothing in the world.

With lips curled around a cigarette,

It is not smoke I exhale.

It is the gracious release of a troupe of dancers

Ballerinas en l’air

Wisps of their tulle skirts

Are joined to their delicate feet

By long twisted ribbons

And I feel the pain in their pointed toes

Rattling in the pit of my lungs