What is it?

What is it
That I find myself living
Going by the plan
Am I supposed to ask this?

Give me a name

Give me a name
And take my memory
Give me a home
And take all my reasoning

Unnamed Flower

A ray
From accross the horizon
Followed me
To my end

And an unnamed flower
Bloomed in silence
In the season of
Unending night's sleep

Broken window

Breaking the glass
Of my window
She stood innocent
Ignorant and forgetful

Approaching light

A distant light
Approached me
To take away
My thoughts

Like a bird
Who looks for its nest
Flying through darkness
On a moonlit night

A poem from a dream

"The wind
That rocks the boat

Blows in one direction

And thus the kingdom falls"

I dont believe the stars

I dont believe the stars
For then like a grain of salt
My life
Would be an inconsequestial death

There is no sky
But a hole
Which hides from me
My truth

A random walk

Splashin waters
On the path to wisdom

Like naked fools

We proceed

A jewel in her pocket

Would be my fossil

While attempting the impossible-

A true random walk

The wall

We lost ourselves
In the planted walls
The fight for freedom
From the last unanswered call

Now all the dark faces
Look the same
In the eyes
Of the effected mind

Percieved Imperfection

In a moment
Relativity stripped me
And my thoughts
Were no more my own

What was left of me
Was guilt
Of the percieved
Imperfection

The urgent desperation

I need space
For my thoughts
For the atoms have combined
Against me

Now I call for help
From outside (of existence)
An urgent desperation
For truth