Don’t worry, I’ll colour myself in. I do not need such a thing as an Artist To fill in my lines. I will leave them blank Until the time is right.
I like to draw my demons As little figurines; Little cartoon monsters, Small and cute and green.
I wonder I see I want I am I feel I touch I pretend I am I say I dream I understand I am
I’m living? …I must be, I remember you.
I am not myself. I’ve never been so, My shadow and I just follow my feet Down empty roads beneath the rusty glow. In thought and solitude I’ll take my seat. But have no pity, for I am not lost; I can find parts of myself here and there. Like here in the lone company…