I wish I could wipe my heart of feeling right away, write away the expectations that are tattooed across my mind, searing ink; imprint.
Deterministic manifests the materialistic, rolling of the dice… what is my fate?
Bleak, blue and nothing new, feelings felt between me and you.
But you don’t exist, not in the material; you exist in the abstract, a set of beliefs, values and behaviours.
Where are you hiding? Hide and seek gets old as I age, one step closer to the eternal sleep; where art thou?
Shattered vases repaired with gold, I wonder how many more will break before I get old?
changing self 