'those' memories

i can swim through them
as quickly as you can
catch a disease from
drinking water in Africa.

they are like the undead,
plentiful, vivid, hideous,
reaching out over each other
and disappearing just as fast.

they give me chills,
make me toss and turn
and question my inner self,
my resolve to move forward.

if it feels like a waste of time,
that's because it is.
but fret not about it,
for time doesn't even really exist
and therefore cannot be wasted.

instead, think of time as a limit,
holding you back from your dreams
like a giant hill to a runner.
you can only do so much today,
tomorrow, in your lifetime.

the perfect temperature

it's too cold,
put on a jacket and i'm OK,
then it's too hot,
i get flustered, angry.

i take it off,
and soon it's cold again.
a vicious cycle
of such extremities.

when will it be just right,
when will i finally be content,
when will that perfect temperature,
finally enter my life?

what i let go

i've let go many times,
like when my child first
learned to ride a bike
and needed my guidance.

i let go of my fear
when those around me died
magnifying my living state,
illuminating unknown paths.

but of all i've let go,
i still dwell on just one,
and some days i live regretfully
in a world of what-could-have-been.

selling baby boy: in new condition

i'm selling my baby boy,
he's in brand new condition.
sure to bring you joy,
will be a welcome addition.

still doesn't have a name,
you can give him that, too.
laughs at baby games,
like when playing "peek-a-boo."

price is about two hundred,
he shouldn't be a bother.
has a cute little head,
and only needs a father.