Like Bukowski, I thrive in my solitude
I love the darkness and what it brings
It has become my sunlight
My source of vitamin D
Making my backbone strong
The resilience I need to deal with life
A suicide dance with existence
Life is meaningless
But well worth living
As long as you recognise it's meaningless
I have gathered enough memories
To be able to drink coffee all by myself
In an empty cafe
Crowded with the ghosts of those who left
We came from different worlds
The Fish and the Bird
I fell in love, but where would we live
Does Love have its own language
Where cultural appropriation is ill-suited

Does what separates us
Bring us closer
I need a new perspective
A provocative opening of my eyes
What is it we see with love's vision
Can the mind perceive
That which is emotionally imperceivable
Can we walk in another's shoes
Is real...