Hidden stories

Those sheets, in their folds
Hid stories, a thousand times better,
Than you or I could ever have.




| Longing |


It binds us all..

Longing for love.. for trust

For hope and faith and everything old school..

Some even long for longing..

And when they do get to long..

They long but for..

Longing no more.


21314696_1430885213693130_7684119535256182236_nThis mask..

Borrowed? Or owned?

If borrowed, where is the owned?
If owned, why mask?

Borrowed? how different from the owned?
Owned? hid the borrowed where?

Borrowed? from whom.. And why?
Owned? lended to whom.. And why? 

Borrowed? how long will you keep it?
Owned? how long can you keep it? 

Borrowed? Isn’t your skin enough?
Owned? Is your skin enough? 

Borrowed? How deeply?
Owned? How shallow? 

Borrowed? How long til’ you start owning?
Owned? How long til’ you start borrowing?

Borrowed | Owned


It..  The Light.. 

They were there.. 

They saw it..  Heard me..  

Heard how i looked at it.. 

Saw how i felt it.. 

Touched it..  

Pined for it..


The light.. 
And when they could no more.. 

Hear.. Feel.. See.. anymore

They did it.. 

Vouched up..  Moved around.. 

Stealthily in the night’s dark.. 

Quietly from the moon’s arms

They grabbed it.. 

Stole it.. 


The light.. 
They stole it.. 

And gave it to me.. 

Saw my heart return.. 

Heard me get filled.. 

Felt as i took it all in..  

And followed as i swayed..

Swayed by it.. 

Led by it.. 


The light..