there’s something that I feel today

something I haven’t felt in a long time

it’s like a noose around my neck

it’s snug

but it hasn’t suffocated me yet

this world and its entrapments

this world and its illusions

I can’t partake in this race

I can’t partake in this profound foolishness

I see you all walking

with your heads in the gutters

with your sorrows and guilt

with your emptiness and ploys

and I struggle

because being around you pulls me down

I don’t want to be in those gutters

believing that I’m on clouds

I have no room in me for deception

I have no energy for falsities

but you keep walking

and you keep spending

and I hope that your temporary joys

and man made highs

are enough to help you sleep

and I wonder

if your wanders

mean anything at all

and if you too are ever awake

with this noose of this world

struggling to rest

as you carry everyone’s pain

because I hope you’re not


every so often

it hits home

and you realise 

that commonfolk

will be 

nothing but



still canals
fleeting encounters
glittered skies
playful pain
serene silences
worrisome wonders
impulsive implications

but that’s just me

have you any dreams you’d like to sell? dreams of loneliness

what to be?

I can’t be an ideal
I can get into your nooks

I can’t be independent
I can expect the universe

I can’t do distance
I can do skin

you see
these clouds don’t allow for plain sailing

midnight fools

what is it, they wonder, that holds her plight so distant

who is it, they ask, who subdues her demons

why is it, they wonder, that her words bring no thunder

how is it, they ask, that light falls around her 

when is it, they ponder, that her worlds will collide

rest assured, she says, the sun hasn’t risen without the moon yet