sacrosanct

how quickly these days
pass as we wait
on other things
to come true.


when you wake
from that sleep
you have been living in
will the name you think of
be mine?


it gets easy to think
that life is slipping by
as we sit here
waiting for some kind of word
from the outside world.
too often waiting
is just a part of life
we must live with
but not be beholden to.


i feel much better
and alive when
i am living at night.


were you secretly
hoping that i had my
heart caught up on you
waiting for you to come
to me?


fragments of truth
are much better
than no truth
at all.


orwell
you might have been right
when saying that
the future
could best be described
as a human face
being stomped on
by a boot
forever.