This is a poem wrote back in the day. Featured in the POTW Issue 30 of Jacobs University Bremen.
Come, come insects and birds! Devour and bite, no longer hide. For this day can no longer get any worse With Waldo nowhere in sight Piano playing Impossible. You're outside. Hiding behind a masquerade, are you? The books tilt, the light bulbs twitch. The deep intuition and wisdom is progressing, yet... Everything learned will forget to return. The books on the desk stand up straight and beckon you to dance with them Impossible. You're outside. The womanly mosquito decides to bite its host. Caring to notice is almost the same as caring about other things. So it would be best not to. Yes, very dark outside. A reminder of That one guy. Breathing on a lonesome world right now indeed. Those thoughts of "him" are toxic to anyone's brain. With his eyes as black and deep as the Mariana trench and I'm drowning in the sea. I desire the casual yet I know it is Time to think of the impossible.