It's kind of unreal -
the days keep unwinding,
but I seem to have gone
somewhere else.
My fears once kept me
painfully aware
until one day this:
thoughts are nothing
and nothing matters.
Fragments of dreams:
buying apples in a store,
a boat,
and now that I'm trying to remember:
nothing.
Some days purpose
is bright like the sun
and other days
you just know
there will be
rain.