( thoughts on being an introvert )

the hardest part
is trying to find a balance

wanting to be alone
just maddens those around me

its a simple thing
to have solitude be contentment

and give them not the song
nor the slightest tune in humming

love and loneliness

coffee by the window 

contemplating love and

loneliness,

how do I fit 

in a hand that wants to

hold 

what won’t be held

love is the snow

cold dead and beautiful

loneliness, the fire

pure warm and destroying

what stirs the seed

in the fallow soils of heart,

what breaks these eyes

of their far-off blissful staring

Finish room

Sipping melancholy thru a clouded straw

I cant right the ship,

I hope you know how to swim

You

Standing there,

Enough to make the world shake

... I never felt the change

What evils now

undo themselves,

the creaking door

the sliding chain

She lets me in at night,

She has no sin

so I give her mine

this is the Finish Room

I know my bullet waits for me