Tuesday, December 29, 2009


existence has no
meaning on its own
all is largely entropy

in this calm eye of chaos
i dream of fireflies
flickering and fickle

singing truth to me in lullabies
their light brings sense

(where confusion
once triumphed)
beauty appears

and i am surrounded


i have you on repeat. every other lyric leaves.

i'm not sure if you know your definition. part of me hopes you do, but part of me is terrified of that ever happening.

which side of the coin speaks truth?

i just don't know
    so i search you silently
             and whisper you
                    when i'm alone


short-lived muses, long-term dreams, late nights, beautiful mornings.

that is my composition.