straying.

it was never my problem.
because
i always was.

this is the time
it creeps through my vains
it's the pain
i've caused others.

just this
simple absurd disorientation
it includes
my absence of love for myself,
my absence of a perception
my haste.

i am sorry,
i love you.

when someone dies.

he died out of nonsense.
merely
simply
dead

so
i tell myself
it's just
not necessary
to believe
he lived.

his existence
touched me
embraced me
in a very
unhuman way.

next is mine.

2009.
mine.
i think so.
:)