Something from 2016

I've been awake since 3am

so I'm not really up for small talks

maybe it's too much and I can't mend 

or grasp anything

or I suppose it's too nothing at all

that the walls stay and the 

inevitable moves on

if I were to move slowly

will that change anything?

what good will that bring? 

welcome to my humble abode

oh, I hope you enjoy the facade

and the trees and the shade

I like the subtleties that for a long time went 

by unnoticed

you saw the sights but I bet you don't have

any idea how you got here

you poured your entire soul without wanting 

anything in return

so let's begin with honesty

have our backs tell our stories

I've been awake since 3am

so I'm not really up for small talks

If ever you come around

To East,

I hate the pond
it is too still.... and it hears me
it is not like the wall that hits me
with the words
I said and makes me realize
my wrong.... it accepts me

when I look at it
I tear up and
it empties me.... but also fills me

I scream, I shout
it doesn't say anything in
return to stop me.... it makes small
lapping waves with low sounds
telling me that it understands me

I hate the pond
maybe because it's
blue.... and your eyes were too

I hate the pond because
even if I want to.... I can't


I wish you the best,
West