could i be depressed?
questions swim inside my head
careful not to drown

writing in pencil:
i can erase my errors;
life should be in lead.

my love sleeps restless
discontented confidence
prevents his sleeping

invisible hand:
haunted past directs me by
pressing on my back

anxious loves, cross;
puppet master pulling strings,
my life is a stage.

cool by accident
brown corduroys and backpack
wandering away.

brimming with saline
heart overflows to eyelids
cascade of feelings.