august 11 2025 hello, hello, can you hear me? have the emails sent, do u read me? do you see me? here and now, and light years ago? where are you? west? how much so? yes, i loved u, and i still do. and i gave up a life of gold. for what? darling... i don’t know. --- august 9 2025 free and shedding something wherever you are. balanced, opposite. the world is yellow and calm. a polluting presence, uncanny on best days, to crash such a perfect life. free and smiling just the same. miss me and idealize my growth remind yourself wherever i am, miserable. grown to learn a liar. endlessly consuming and never full. creation is weight for people to wear. attempt to stop the world from running ahead. join them and live. & god bless the small time for the joy and momentary hope that could shed whatever has made home in me. for a second in life, through you, was perfect. of course at best a regrettable stain. gut-wrenchingly. parting has left something never to be full. can never do better. rolling snake eyes when nothing to bet just lose something outside of currency. dont know what is wrong with, or how to work free. perhaps too self-indulgent, count the self-referential nouns in writing for numbers to speak the tale. delete them. ambiguous like you. found your poems. they are beautiful.