sketches

Now that thoughts have entered,
one must go through forgetfulness.
On with no reason,
Not looking sideways,
Missing the flowers and the moon.
Madness is not my light,
Emotions are not my pillow.


When alive, death is not a threat. 
When dead, life is but a hope.

After all the clouds have gone,
with no foothold to be found,
is it in 
or 
is it out ?
A mirror simply can not tell