Wonderland

~passing by everything.

~phases and phrases.

~it is to me.

~it. is that it? hearing it. seeing it. believing it. until it goes away.

~the look, the look back, the look away, the look in.

~part of it.

~same difference different sameness.

~I am possible. (im-possible)

~remoment.

~the room lit.

~to hear. to see. to wonder. quietly.

~it is not lazy it is everything else.

~Monday all year round and winter all the time.

~the unsaid said.

~I don’t even understand myself how am I going to understand you?

~I never thought this would happen to me.

~it takes a lot of 'bad' to get to something good.

~I wouldn't recommend anything in this life.

~life is between the lines and love is a crystal.

~why I have to be everywhere.

~just birds.

~all of us are somebody else.

~how can a book even be made? what a phase that would be? strange.

~it is too many things to name.

~not even knowing what I am is what I am.

~twist turn change.

~something that is me.

~a constant death.

~a room changing.

~in the street we live.

~look at the lights.

~she smiles I cry.

~to write what happened not what is happening.

~sometimes sometimes.

~he doesn't know anything nobody does.

~when you don't want to hear it.

~the already book.

~another phase another phrase.

~the chemistry between you and it.

~the nowhere-at-all girl.

~to see your writing somewhere else.

~everyday some of the past is with you that makes you you.

~there are so many things yet to say.

~I miss a long time ago.

~some moments are different than others.

~I didn't hear a word you said.

~metal.

~in-finite.

~shh.

~we feel freedom even though we might not always have it.

~love: I give up.

~love: so we could have nothing to say together.

~it's all too psychological.

~reading faces.

~drinks the fire.

~write something instead.

~pleasure and forgetfulness.

~all the good people.

~a distant everything.

~dew.

~it could have been called anything: this life.

~I wrote this now someone read it.

~I should say something: damn it.

~there is no one to meet.

~each love is the last.

~you can't be like anyone else.

~everything now and then.

~I find me lost too often.

~jump to the moment you are.

~I need time to be myself too.

~I've got a ricochet theory.

~death on one side life on the other.

~all day death.

~I would do the same thing if I were you: we are not each other.

~a book a word a frame a picture.

~there is only so much authenticity to go around.

~learning by writing.

~we are all on different pages in different books in different times and different places.

~quick to judge slow to respond.

~everything comes and goes like time.

~the suicide store.

~1000.

~death is the last thing.

~off and on.

~fits and misfits.

~therapy through things, others and this quiet.

~out and out and in.

~anything can happen but usually doesn't.

~always reduced to one, but feel like at least two.

~it is not impossible is it?

~part of me knows.

~a lot of praying.

~will I ever look back? or can I even?

~time is an angel.

~the sky is magnificent.

~I like it even though everybody else did too.

~why does life go this way? is it just death?

~life is a strange pleasure and event.

~what a dress does.

~being what I am I am always something else.

~too simple is often not simple enough.

~always at me it seems: things.

~sometimes we just want to get through life.

~passing along messages to one another.

~some things we take our time for.

~this writing expired long ago.

~hints, aids, signs, thoughts and meanings.

~city sirens.

~I like the way this girl walks.

~drums.

~it doesn't matter yet.

~a look into the eyes.

~crash.

~love is an accident isn't it?

~no one to let you in.

~those minutes that come back as something else.

~fate life future.

~to stay the same for once.

~the unknown day.

~I like when someone gets me the way I want to be got.

~about there.

~seeing stars.

~faith is trying.

~constantly being jinxed by 'others.'

~the will to death is different than death.

~looking at the margin.

~tears that stick with you.

~when it depends who says it and when it doesn't.

~gone but yet to go.

~love and the skirt.

~as the 'mystery' soon ends another unfolds.

~every step free and unrecovered.

~he is translating him.

~too much everybody and not enough us.

~silence is just as important as the noise we make.

~art and persuasion depth and progress.

~where is the forgetting that 'he' talked so much about? it is there.

~long ago meanings just got.

~when it is too much to think about.

~words that allow you to be what you already are and not someone else.

~acknowledgements, reminders destinies.

~I don't want to know everything.

~the further away the closer we get too.

~where I walk.

~presence as the absence of ego.

~woman on the bus.

~the room there.

~too late too.

~back and forth straight circular back again forth.

~not a writing yet.

~love is being yourself too.

~he followed him around like a lost dog.

~can we do anything but project ourselves?

~we all know everybody.

~too many steps to it.

~I have to beat myself up a little more.

~one writing is not enough.

~he wrote enough to say anything.

~what I do.

~the impossible is yet to do.

~death is on the wane.

~I can always say something about death.

~don't generalize for everybody.

~being in a room.

~the appearance of death.

~the ugly toe.

~the origin of two.

~definitions of silence and awkwardness.

~it cant be like this all the time.

~others.

~I am exactly what I am not too.

~the only season.

~when we need each other.

~this quicksand takes me every time.

~to look again and maybe this is all we will see.

~art for one.

~birds tweet all the time.

~three days within.

~writing to the wind.

~the moon there.

~what words?

~death as my night ship.

~a side view.

~the not yet morning.

~the naked path.

~a certain sky and a sidewalk.

~a beginning with nothing else.

~tracking tracing finding.

~speaking to us in code.

~different kinds of dying.

~bottle.

~after the fear came the writing: later on.

~art is what you do when you are not there.

~me coffee.

~arguing silently.

~shoes.

~through this way.

~waiting watching writing.

~lost a day.

~day v. night.

~heights.

~when nothing is the answer.

~lost and ready.

~when one phrase is not enough.

~the old street.

~bird city.

~what killed him saved him too.

~the possibility of ways.

~it is too different to be the same again.

~a school of words.

~late night nights.

~behind the computer we write what we see.

~the moment is many.

~old me.

~shortcuts.

~it is a miracle there is any sense at all.

~outlet.

~I'm looking for me.

~where am I and where do I go?

~a complete nothing he was.

~to write is to visit yourself again and agsin.

~woman knitting.

~we cannot fit who we are into anything.

~meaning comes and goes like that.

~we wait for no reason at all but just because.

~science is a gift.

~somewhere else then.

~I love a good coincidence.

~three cheers for your life.

~stealing bits and pieces everywhere we go.

~just give me something different and I will be happy.

~baby cigarettes.

~white lies.

~a two minute death.

~the bed I came in on.

~the joy of erasing.

~life is a million little moments.

~coffee days coffee nights.

~going toward.

~by myself.

~shivering in silence.

~holiday worker.

~make me into a word.

~turning the impossible upside down.

~I am you struck.

~when I see you I see music.

~there is art, but it is hidden everywhere.

~it is never the day it is.

~midnight in the sky.

~the patient wait.

~as alone as it gets I guess.

~say something that will keep me the way I am.

~he is not me he is a voice out there that is always someone else.

I cannot become him for I am always me.

~a whole life without waking.

~I want to write something about you but I don't know you.

~only tomorrow knows.

~solo party. party for one. a single celebration.

~big death.

~a little is plenty.

~the mood and moment I am always in is never the same.

~a look ahead.