I ?
sometimes i go through portals, without consenting
i am pulled toward a room full of faded masks silently crying out to me
like magnets they feel my matching parts without any contact
pushing past existing tangibles

my oxygenated surroundings
my sensibilities
my self.

We are reunited like lovers pulled apart for countless seasons


we meet for the first time , overtaken by telepathic passion & sentiments......no verbalized string of alphabets can vindicate....

Is this why i am not easily satisfied? ... my many sides carelessly pushed under some disorganized office papers while i declare my one self, ego, super ego... my only parts

A well of fortune cookies, of snakes
and demons

pages of b&w letters, blood stained book edges, light so bright it has not yet existed.

its been kept away and only the dreary weighted darkness sinks down through and under until it oozes out for all of you

it is what i let myself become defined as.

A demon of less evils

An educator of sorts, to students that bewilder me.....