running

the heart run in to
those memories that it was
running away from.
the mind run in to
those moments that is was
running away from.
the eyes run in to
those sights that they were
running away from.

silence

though the window
the silence slips in,
crawls over my bed
where,
i lie half thoughtless
half thoughtful,
it engulfs me
like the time
engulfs us all.
and now i lie
with silence
thoughtless
yet thoughtful.

amoebic thoughts

the thoughts of you
are like amoeba,
i cut them
to make my way,
but they multiply
and run though
my nerves,
through my veins,
and reach my lungs
and bind with the air
that i breathe,
and travel to the heart
which loves them
more than my blood,
more than its valves,
and now they come
to their home, mind,
and play with more
amoebic thoughts.

night walk

sometimes i go for
night walks
with your thoughts,
they hold my hands
and fill the gaps
in between fingers,
we walk miles
on the lonely streets,
sometimes they feel
tired, then
i will pick them up
in my arms,
like a baby
they wrap tightly
around my neck,
and we come back
from where we started.