i close my eyes in the darkness, trusting
someone will take my
outstretched hand,
lead me away
from this distasteful reality, give me
something for deep
dreamless sleep. what a lot of
hope to place on someone.
attempt.
forcing words out, not caring
whether they radiate any beauty.
not caring if there is anyone to hear me,
if anyone understands.
looking at the setting sun today, i
realise it is my 7053rd.
have i really been alive that long?
days pass without a sound.
we each of us walk pass one another
without any acknowledgement, any
recognition. i am a small being
in a big world, part of a larger purpose.
you think i am emotionally sound, strong.
perhaps you do, and perhaps i am,
perhaps not. sometimes harmless little
things can gouge deep gashes in me.
just sometimes.
touch is, i believe, a form of assurance,
reassurance; beauty is in the
eyes of the beholder.
the schrödinger equation can be solved
exactly for a single particle
in one-dimensional motion.
i remain unsolved.
[22 october 2003]