A film orchestrated, where I
Am the actress, pale and passionate,
With emptied out soul.
Saved by a few genuine kisses on my
Feverish forehead. Drunk on cough syrup,
Sticky and warm. Aching for one effervescent light that drowns my heartache, like no other pinprick of a star.

Drifted away, disappeared like streaks of Steam floating out a pewter tea kettle. I Know not when to raise the leather Catcher's mitt to catch the curve ball. I love Baseball, but it is difficult to play. However, It is better than being a pawn in some Elaborate chess game. Baseball is more dramatic.

The sustainable resolution is to trust in
The making of the salient self, nourished with independent endeavors, even when One is anguished, accepting an endless State of unknowing, when I still crave to Know. How can I let it go?