Overwhelmed

by the clutter in my head

scared 

small

waiting

somewhere my heart breaks 

when there's a moment 

of malice

of greed

of insecurity

of selfishness

of anger

of hatred

of pain

of loneliness

of unfulfilment

of desperation

of complusiveness

in you

sometimes i can feel

you attack me

and i die

-

sometimes i feel alive

sometimes i become 

one

and sometimes

i stop being

and vanish

into shoonya

the void that is me

that is you

into the black hole we all came from