Archive for October, 2012


Birds calling: at 4 a.m.

Sun shining: and it burns!

Wind blowing: it’s cold.

Ocean crashing: skin and hair covered in salt.

Alone at home: a circle of friends.

I am happy.


I think of you
In the dark place
In which you find yourself.

And I want to help,
Make you feel better.

But I have not the means.

And I feel helpless.

But who am I
To think that you need my help?

Are you.

And you do not need me.

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