Still more of it...
My poetry is definitely not of the Elyniah variety, but with only another 4ish days until I get to where I can send you pages upon pages of stuff to bury you under (literally, so hold on!) here is more of my insane poetry for my reader half way across this world.


It must have been many nights,
That I have sat there in your room,
Looking up towards the ceiling,
Sitting down on the floor.

My back against your bed;
You're lying on that bed,
I think that you're asleep,
But cannot know for sure,
Having never turned around.

It's odd, this placeless dreaming,
That takes me to your room,
I linger in the hallways,
Never there for you to see.

It's odd, this spaceless being,
I come back to your house,
No more my own known bedroom,
It's odd. What more is there?


The fascination of the reflection of the blade,
As the red bubbles underneath.

You said you knew me once.

You'll know me once again.