here is where
you meet the end
as glamorous
as i pretend.
...
at the end,
you tend to critique
yourself.
find ways to change, and
...
empathy dies
on a sunny slope.
you've seen the light,
gave up on a parable.
...
i stand in the loft
sifting through memories
as kids, we called it
...
i've seen more
passion
in a blinking eye
than any words i'll ever
...
don't you get too deep, you fool.
you'll ruin the work in progress.
then again...
being cautious was never
...