Posted in Poetry, Prose

Being Unfair

I wish
you would stop
missing me,

You are very
not letting me
miss you
as well,

If we
can agree
on a common course,

We could miss
each other
and without
or further
of being

in a one-sided



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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