Luh

iii.

Blood circulates my body.
I see through nothing
but no one ever does, I think.
It's what I believe in,
that's what you believe in.
Does it matter?
For a second,
yes, maybe it does.
But in retrospect,
nothing ever does.
It's all ashes and dust.
We feel pain, we see beauty.
Is it any true?
The feelings of others,
have you got any clue?

What's essential?
Yours isn't mine.
Mine isn't yours.
Fucked up,
it sure is.
But then again,
nothing's ever certain.
It's real,
only when we make it so.

-3/8/18.