tripl-et, tripl-et, triple-let
go of me. thought you would be able
to find me, but you couldn't. it's not
your fault. i guess i hid my true self
from your tunnel vision. was i the
light at the end of your misery?
wasn't it i who cast the raincloud
over your eyes, the one who darkened
your carefree life? no matter how hard
you try to find me, you won't succeed
because you bring out the worst in me,
the side of me i wish i didn't
know. [where have the other eight beats gone?]
everything-happens in-tripl-ets,
triangles, the good times, memories,
misery, frustration, denial.
i've hidden myself from you so that
you will not be able to find me.
i'm running now; i've some place to be.
(c) 2004 mai kozai
silence is also music. {2:16 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
