in the dark

shadows move freely in the dark

there are holes in the walls again

i can’t see the other side

but i think it sees me

if leaving was an option

would you still stay?

or does this only exist

because we’re here



cyclical beings

afraid of running in circles

do we exist

within ourselves?

or are we simply

reflections of reality

a rippling visage

reflected back atop shallow water

the answers

lie within the journey


until you stop searching