The snow is like the fire
in the final book.
What do we know
about truth and gold?
only when we try
to hold them in our hands.
I am a fire and I’ll light myself
in whatever ways work.
Like a snowflake I’m drifting
only to crash to earth in the end.
But then maybe my heart will melt.
It will condense and expand up to heaven.
I don’t know what alone really means.
Each piece of snow is individual yet it all ends up together.
“I am a monster”, she says,
filling his coffee with poison.
But it cannot be helped
in a world such as this.
Justice is the highest of morals.
“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”
– C. G. Jung
“I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.”
– William Morris
May you be the stream
of which I wash my hands of you.
All you need to do
in a direction.
They visit me in dreams and I reply
because nothing gets me out of here
Please be going.