wind-cuts on my cheeks
tell tales
of the speed in which i live
breath
but a drug that i inhale
for all the things
wanting yet to be achieved
of the invisible do i seek
no certainty
no end to the lack i perceive
like mortal cravings
for immortal feed
i hunger
night stirs silent sounds of peace
and when all is said
all done for the day
what was lost [...]
