I'm a wanderer.
From one room...

Tonight has become the coldest night, yet.
Not even my poetry can warm me...

I'm calling out for you,
Is anybody there...

Tonight -
Is the night...

I'm still searching,
Beyond those quiet moments...

Sometimes...
Just surviving...

How unsettling it can be,
To listen to those quiet moments...

A soft broken whisper,
Too fragile for ears...

You tangled your hands
Into my hair...

High in the mountains on a rocky shelf,
Contemplating a hollowness unto myself...

There’s a marionette inside my heart,
Tangled into knotted string...

To feel so hollow,
Yet...