digging, my fingers
grow numb. i don't know what i search for
among these ruins, this empty desecration
of myself.

the streets i walk on now
are too familiar, they have aching memories
steps that i avoid because they are a landmine
of sad moments.

i yearn for unknown territory,
where i'll walk and stumble
and won't be attached to history
and won't be sucked in to
a whirl of disappointment

i'll start conversations
with people who don't know me
and we'll talk about life
and falling apart

and picking ourselves up.
perhaps then i won't be so empty
i'll find the jagged lifeline i need to follow

and the stars i am to wish on
when i stay awake on dark summer swirl nights.