home is where the heart is
torn apart
along the narrowing line
between tomorrow's curtains

the stage is still set
for all of yesterday's dramas
these familiar faces yet
seem to have always been masks 
after all 
of everyday dramas

concealing the secrets of a world i left behind
feeling now a sense of belonging
appealing somehow 
it is an illusion though
of this constant longing 
left alone in my mind

a desire to cut myself up in pieces
aspiring to let myself be
part of all those endless parts 
that rose from my heart to the head
to form the picture i chose
as a glorious portrait of mine

can a painting be greater than its painter?

my aspirations are 
fainting in vain
falling in pain 
towards the widening gap
between 
them and me 
here and there 
now and then

(2014)