City lights form
my galaxy -
Euclidean matrices
of degradation; go
stop.

I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.

The ambiguity of language

The ambiguity of language
can never explain
me for you.
i want to forget metaphors,
and stop spinning webs
with letters.
here is where i am.
with you. when here
is anywhere.

It's frightening, yet comforting for the realization to dawn upon that you've got abandonment issues, because at least there's a name to it.
Just like sporadic cathartic floods of emotion, therein lies the dual nature.

Climbing above this longing

When you leave clothes here
I let them lay

hoping they will sprout
and grow you.