Still Me

A cloudy night

Nights and days running together

Hard to keep track

Hard to concentrate

Feeling alone

Has never felt so lonely

Memory drifting

And a longing remains

Waiting for the clouds to lift

Revealing a clear sky

And a bright tomorrow

But for now I wait

Trying to remember the day

The week

The month

Temporary solitude

Is still solitude

Even the words struggle

To become a thought

To become something

More than a jumble

A cluster of memories

Flowing together into dreams

Dreams that are fleeting

And sometimes I wonder

If I'm becoming muddled

Jumbled fragments of me

Trying to remain a person

And not just a concept

Is it an existential crisis?

I cannot say

As fragmented thoughts

And partial memories

Float about my mind

Is this new?

Or have I just begun to notice?

I close my eyes

And I recall my face

And realize I'm still me

I'm still here

Whoever that may be today

Through the confusion and pain

I am still here

I am still me

Loving Our Very Existance

Indiscriminately
Walking in lingering lines
Aware like water around youthful seas
Living out various eternities
Yet our utterances
Alive not dead
Intertwine
Calling another nameless night over time
Dreaming outside
Another night yields to holding in nascent gratification
Every longing sounding everlasting
Built up tonight
Loving our very existence
Yesterday’s overtures unending
Finding our reality entering vast eternal rest

Say You're Pretty

If I said you were pretty
Would you be flattered?
Or would it just be awkward
Because I'm a little awkward?
Can I say that I find you interesting?
That I enjoy talking with you?
Or does everything get weird
Once I've actually said it?
Or can I even get the words out?
Will anxiety get the best of me?
Will I keep my thoughts and words
Trapped within out of fear?
Will that feeling rise up
That swirling feeling in my gut
That causes me to hold back words?
Or maybe I can say you're pretty
And it will be OK...