the convenience of insanity and loneliness

    the moment you hear their laughter and see their smiles love passes by in full speed. and, when they’re gone, loneliness weigh you down. heavy and in slow motion. and with love’s circumstances, you feel numb. you hear a clock ticking. you’ll hold on to forgotten breaths. and, then melancholia intrudes. it harbors doubts. yet, you’ll find your own way through a muted, stagnant gloom. and with all your knowledge you’ll make your own light. but you’ll sense slow movements as you teeter and, sometimes you hear a comforting ring. and you stare at the telefone.…

for the souls lost and found

maybe your love will return to you. it’s almost november, after all. underneath a little table under a little tree you just may find a book of former words. and let’s hope there’s champagne, too. he may just bring you treats to share… like sweet, tasty little breads. and if the evening is a little perfect, there may be music in the distance. hums or purrs, at least. and then you just may sit there on a blanket under the tree under the stars, higher than your soul can hope for. ahem,…