Lonely walks

Where do you go

when you're by yourself?

Who comes along when

you call for help?

I tie myself to a falling star

at the temple of it's crest

plummet to a watery grave: guilty

I walk abandoned paths

past my soul

see the black that resides

where you plucked your cerise.

I wish mirrors told lies once in a while.

It's just me and this bruised old soul

that tells me, it will all be alright.

nashe chokureva.