?

what do we know?

what do we owe?

to this world, to our neighbours, to our lovers and to the people we are yet to meet.

do we owe them the burden of knowing ourselves, of showing ourselves, of showing the secrets you hid beneath your scars, the moments you made yourself forget, the little darkness that creeps up to you at night, the one you tuck away with a lullaby.

or a painkiller

or a sleep that makes you forget your regrets.

when does it stop raining in my town?

every night it thunders and storms

as if the sea was roaring on

the shore, eroding it

but the drops hurt more.

they fall one by one and

stream down,

they burn, they wash.

when do we stop growing and realise that

childhood dreams

were fucking lies. where we learned

to touch the sky and

as we grew tall

we grew breathless.

we detract from the dreams

call them delusions and

drug our systems to dream once more.

living nightmares and injecting dreams:

when do we sleep as if there was no tomorrow, no yesterday- just the moment.

when do we let go

when do we love

when do we hold on to hope

not because our hands are made to grip

but because our eyes find comfort in dying flames.

when do we stop staring

at our reflections while walking

when do we stop tracing our shadows as if they were our

charcoal written broken promises.

broken strings

broken tars

broken hearts.

when do we know we

always end up running in circles

as if the other shapes were non existent

as if we know we are destined to relive our horrors

as if the world is a metaphor that running away

gets you back to the same places.

when will we realise

to live and to die is the same

except in one, we feel nothing

and in the other we’re dead.

when do we realise we ask questions

we don't know the answers to

not because we are incapable of thinking

but because once we start.

we don’t stop.