Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays