"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe" - Lao Tzu

how lonely the wind is
when the cold freezes time
and in the small hours of the deep night
it wanders
and wanders
alone.
softly she speaks
caressing windows and doors
whispering for a friend
but alas, with no response.

louder
louder
she begins to wail
rising up in a deafening crescendo
spiraling swirling up
till the howling wave of the ocean crashes on the shore
and sweeps through the tips of trees
and shadows under the moon
turn into frantic claws to rip and harvest a victim.

and as I see her beckoning hand from my window
a hollow shiver
creeps up my spine
and reverberates through my small lost soul.

"Nothing in life is meaningless; even the word ‘meaningless’ has meaning." - Jamel Duane

his responses have no answers
blank in the face of my questions
while silence hangs in the air cold
dark

dark
till his deep black eyes harden
freeze
and walls slice between us
cutting
cutting
and his tears
his tears
don't flow but stay trapped inside
where I can't see him
where I can't know
lost in ambiguity stumbling blind

and despite the months I had used and wasted on tissues
despite the despair the worry that racked my gasping lungs in neverending nights
this was sadness that
that
I had never known
quietly moaning in the hidden rooms of the heart
echoing to the edges of my soul
reverberating till numb

and I can't feel
I can't feel

but a sinking
sinking
gnawing
despair

that I can do nothing
though he is sad.
that I can do nothing
to ease his pain.
my love
my love

why shut me outside? Empty.

"It's personal."

"You know sometimes, we have to do things we don't want"

was it always this quiet
this silent
this sad
?

He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process, he doesn’t become a monster." - Nietzsche

you know.
it's only because you're
uninteresting.
boring.
plain.
unconfident.
ugly.
sad.

not as intelligent.
or nice.
nor mysterious.
not as good
as her.