unbound, certain things slowly creep out of our mouths, becoming words needing to be played on our palates and tasted by our tongues. words that for a moment cling to our lips before being let go. words whose value of truth is weighed in those moments when they graze our taste buds before wandering, reaching another's ear.

loving, loathing, desiring, despising...

unbound, it is confusion residing in a deeper, somewhere secret place. and when it leaves, there is nothing but a corpulent silence, a noxious stranger sitting there, attracting attention to this quiet bubble on a sea of noise.

in the silence, little fingers, toes, hands and feet begin to unwittingly climb into other people's eyes, becoming exasperated expressions...

unbound, different expressions carpet bomb one single face into my tired, sleepless eyes, the way memories bomb tired, sleepless minds...

unbound from filial and familial circumstances that keep me from enslaving memory in the name of love, i drift away into an edge of this suffocating city. a few breaths from an unknown another. a few steps in time into mine, where once throbbing places of pain have become hallowed ground.

unbound, streaking from one beacon of light into another, each star reminds me of the Sun i left behind. i am almost, but never quite home.

"focus on the cold. until you stop trembling. let the cold fill your every thought, until there is no space for anything else, until it becomes your companion and friend. do not try to control it. do not think about the Sun, that will only make it worse, because you will know then that something else - heat - exists and then the cold will feel that it is not loved or desired."