maybe i'm wrong, blind, in the wrong path

"and i can't eat, i can't sleep, i can't sit still or fix things"

conjug-ate the forms of life
all this sounds and possible meanings
that i cannot wield

in loneliness and loveliness
feelings get mixed
blindness is not a bliss

darkness, my old friend
my mind is the cage
banging the tin cup against the bars

refill me

                with those
minimalist endorphins
milligrams, wide grins

take me

               always
with you i don't forget
that i belong somewhere

i believe

           what has been here
the infinite is too much for me
it can't get better than this