"we're highly fallible when it comes to forecasting our feelings."

true and beautiful.

family lies

untie our blood

hard to believe

the people you looked up to

are lying

burning off my roots

they will collect the ashes

I don't feel safe here

accepting

they point fingers

I am wrong

they are right

every time I comeback

nothing has changed

they look the same

I misplaced my trust

they laugh when I fall

I brainwash myself with the good memories

we can't go back to the time

pulling out the knives

they cut me deeper and leave me bleeding

let me bleed out

I don't want the blood of hypocrites

Slouched across the sofa
so far, so good
and then
the doorbell rings.

" Is Jesus in your life?"
intoned the witness for Jehovah,

I informed him that I was married
and the question was irrelevant,

he left
with a puzzled frown on his face,
I went back to my place on the sofa,
so far, so God.

Everlasting madness,
distinctive chaos,
yet I still crave you more.

The flower on the sidewalk
was uprooted ...
planted in a garden

From the dusty road
to a safe haven

Winter
bloomed
as if it were the summer season

Where I have arrived,
is a story I long to tell

Take a slow walk, beloved
Enter the garden