So I woke up at 4am.

So I read until my eyes hurt.

So I was not there

when the mundane echoed your name in its morning dew.

And so, here I pulled a stunt

which I had not pulled ever since I began to lay still on the right,

your right.

But so I know now

that I stand scared.

Because I happen to like that side of the room,

because it so happens that I like the way your stare bounces off my cheeks

just before you kiss me;

because feeling your hand at

the lowest part of my back

as we walk

elates

me.

I am not the cheeky kind.

Neither do I wave fingers.

Oh - No.

I am too moody for my own dismay,

I disregard coherence and reason.

My bones are crunchy due to cynical oppositions.

My mind is best when left in blank.

And there is no map that will even guide me

to any one of my thoughts.

Regardless of my esteemed deconstructions, I MUST admit:

Russia was never this accessible.

And I have never looked forward to share snow

'till you said I would enjoy the Winter up here.

Obscura

So I sway back and forth.

So I sway.

Bliss has so many, many faces.

So tell me:

When was the last time you named mine? Or hers?

---

Ah - to be all too understanding.

How very short-lived are the perils of the temporarily amused.

Omitting is over-rated.

So is candy-coating and denial.

Suggestion?

Teeth-grinding reality-check.

Kill-Joy

Kill it.

You.

Whatever it takes to keep the planks steady,

whatever it takes to keep me frozen.

Let me dangle on the tide.

Trunk

Do not fret the night -

silence will creep in like it once did

before breaking it ever became an option.

You will relentlessly try to uphold the present,

wherein the grass tickles the space between your toes

and you are no longer treading upon a cold, strange land

sipping on brandy.

No, suddenly you have returned to a hole inclined

to greater levels of humidity,

chugging wine and wishing the stars could read your lips.

---

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

(...)