Amidst Falling Asleep

once, i would’ve
travelled across the world.
how i’ve flown, how has time
seeped for my creation?

isolation for contemplation.
i speak of what i know no more
of what i show no more
but of what i know no more, i show myself

love used to clothe myself.
once upon a time,
i used to loathe myself
of the past life, the last life.

no gift like the present
no past, no future, only now