MORE LINES

MORE DOTS INTO THE TATTOOS THAT MAY NEVER STAY

faded as time chips at the scabs

rotting or

flaking away

A PROMISE MADE THROUGH COSMIC GATEWAYS

real or not grey wolves travel in pairs leaving me to wonder to ponder why isolation follows me

THEN I REALIZE looking out at the sun through the clouds

THROUGH THE SNOW REFLECTING THE LIGHT REMINISCENT OF THE ONE YOU LOVE

reminiscent of the force that drives us all

im not alone,

though i may dwell in solitude there is the loneliest of the cosmos,

left to do as it pleases if it pleases at all

im not alone

do we have to be wolves? do we have to be humans? do we have to?

if we dont then how would we feel? do we feel?

reality may be lonely but

theres hope in knowing that even in an echochamber deep in the depths of the universe

voices can reach out

ill keep trying to ink them deep enough so every time i look at myself ill hear their joyous ruckus