And we meet again.

Starving from the world,
bits of pieces here and there,
but our eyes remain the same.

Silence from within
but the sounds of this older bodies
are childish and everlasting.

There's nothing to say,
time passes
feelings not.

And every other encounter has it all
if this not known by the soul's
innermost tragic loss. 

Each day grows emptier
and there's space to fill up.

Another for my heart
but the chest,
the back,
still weights more
than what it should.

Life has a promise
that I quest,
thought the world
is falling beside
and beyond me.

Know not of tomorrow's breath
but I still believe in it.

Life I playful thing
if you don't smile too often...

(keep it inside)