Mould

Plastic Girls
who live in plastic houses
demanding attention
but let it slip
through their fingers

a progressive stare
after whispers
in the ear
not comfortable
but close enough

when the arms of
recognition fall flat
you can still make-believe
not that you'll
show it

but at least it's better
than getting
what
you
want

zzz

I don't sleep
not because I can't
but because I don't want to.

It is easy to say
sad words are the anthem
of the turmoil of my life
but it's simply not true.

Most of my thoughts
are stuck on a loop
and revolve around actualising my desires
without facing my fears.

I don't sleep
due to my conviction
but I'll never stop wanting
so I guess I'll never start sleeping.

Images

Images are
all I see in
the real world
or my head
makes no difference
to me.

Passing worlds
plague stagnant thoughts
which will become
infected before
long.

In the mean time
the real time exits
without saying
goodbye.

Perception lies
behind the
eyes.

Images are all
I am.

(Images are all)
We are.