Little Nothings

And the chapters seem to end before they begin

Makes you want to not write anymore

Memories subvert

Correlations forgotten,

I wonder what your mind reads into it

The illusions that resurface every third day

It's all too obvious isn't it?

Sweet salvation in another's pain.

There are worlds we choose to ignore

Lost in our own translations

Of what could be and what could have been

There are worlds we choose to forget.

Fragrant is the air tonight with little nothings

Rains that come hither and flee

Cold waves of unwanted misery

This winter hurts me so.