you draw a boundary on my hyaline heart and 
it opens a gash in me like the shattering of a mirror 
I wish that memories were but names in the sand 
erasable; not just you, but whatever that you ebbed with in the river.

between the haunted mind and a possessed one
and the thin line between the desired dream and the floating nightmare...
yes i want you back...but not so much...not... like this...

Chasing the shadows...

Whose is it anyway?
The shadows that surface as I chase the light
Or the light that surfaces as I chase the shadows…
How can I be so certain of not getting it and yet keep running
Or is it you who comes after me?

the coming together...

of bounds and unboundedness