donde vamos no hay nadien

a haunting of sorts
we continue to
surprise each
other
it seems.
the things
i've seen in you
feel dead
in me.
only a shell
remains
of memory.
perhaps
it might be
better
if i just
let you be
in that past
we both shared.
but the
present persists
despite
everything.


practicando
i don't mind
spending
hours and hours
locked away
in some space
crafting and
creating
something
from nothing.
i would rather
do that than
anything else.
to bring life
to that which
previously
had no presence
in our world.
all this sound
all this fury
being forced
into one
razor sharp point.


let me sleep
these troubles away.