going through this frenzy
purchasing books
every title imaginable about
suicide and why, these voices reside
build a home, hoping to rest -a while.
A while later, it all starts again,
depression, anxiety, r.d. laing…
this divided self reads jung and admires van Gogh
the Plath’s and Woolf’s of this world
we meet-up, browse universal thoughts, written in black
being ghosts of past
haunting our minds today.
