alone. secluded.

(another sip of tea.)
 
 
 
absent from this world.

admired by a few

is to forget all the rest.

floating through end of afternoon traffic jams.

as the sun creeps up the window blinds
dust falls where it’s supposed to land.

for a few moments i felt indestructible.

nothing
can
stop
me
now
.

you’re a box of yummy chocolates
i’m a pack of integral biscuits

you’re the fresh winter moonlight
i’m the rain-filled clouds

your hair is angel wing’s feathers
mine is like that of a brush

you go to parties and celebrate
i stay at home doing my homework

you’re as gentle as a warm breeze
i’m a terrible car crash

your voice is a forgotten lullaby
mine sounds like the alarm clock buzzing,

pulling me into another empty day
without you.
 
 
(2001)

distant voices fade away as the world becomes yet a darker place

i am praying for the raging flood
i am waiting for you to come
 
 
cult of luna