(2016)
Daily practice of detachment
Something seen, not by these eyes
Something felt, not by this heart
Something dreamt, not by their unconsciousness
Distance becomes safety and sanctuary
Yet lacks and perpetuates longing
Return and stand confident
Reason runs from us
Who do their eyes see
We are all good and evil, truth and smiles, fallacy and tears
We are all something
Return long enough to recreate Elpis
Once again I am the girl sitting on a closed jar of hope
Wondering if lucky to have captured hope
Or frustrated at freeing pandemonium
We continue to not hear
Focusing only on today’s smiles
Time shows how we really don’t give a shit
Leaving ourselves stranded
The cruel human demon slowing me of hope