In separation of myself

In separation of myself,

my soul has formed reflections,

some pieces under paper weights,

some on the leash from scenes,

some whole enough to fit these walls,

some meant to run forever,

some cycle endlessly in time,

some are presumed as clever,

they all connect and break again,

like questions without sanction,

I am addicted by default,

to this sincere obsession.

 

2012