passing moments and random thoughts.

reach out far to hold
the half of heart
that you have left
after having lost the other half
when as a child you discovered
your parents were imperfect.

my little son,
you are the most innocent one,
and already you are given
to give into the simple
pleasures of life
like food and sleep.

sometimes, it gets so complicated,
and i start to think
that it should be much
more simple
than it is,
and try to reach out for
some friends
to engage in conversation with,
but i tend to shy away
or play the part and scurry,
and retreat into the night.

07.06.12.