Landslide, maelstrom, tempest.

These thoughts before me,

As life rushes into overdrive,

A train plowing through water,

A stream of time and thought,

Unfixed, changing, evolving—


Save me from me.


Drifter, stranger, anonymous.

I run through storms and dreams,

Chased by myself, bringer of wolves,

He won’t leave me alone,

He won’t open the doors of sleep,

Instead, striving endlessly to repair

The chain of memories,

Broken remnants of the past,

Names and faces I can’t forget

But rather would, instead of living

Among the dead and dreaming.


I haunt me,

And I can’t get myself to go away.