and i'm

and i'm not going
to let my fears
get to me. &
i'm going
to sleep
(as well)
after this.

just another
little glimpse
of poetry before
i sleep and try to
be another side of me
for another day. and it's
ok. it's ok if i don't
let my fears get to
me. and they don't
(as much)
before this.

and the glass
looks odd with
my face pressed
up against it -
like i might be
able to burst
this bubble
if i want
to es-
cape
enough.

and time rolls on,
even though it seems
to slide so oddly from
day to day in some strange
dreamlike way - is it the
happiness? the bursts of
energy i give and receive?

and enough questions for tonight,
lest i smother something i've sought.

the elusive poem as life -
the elusive life as poem .