My Karma
	When dreams are alive, I live my life in dread.
	So many errant words & thoughts let loose upon the void
	that come back, always, to haunt me.
	To face myself is the hardest thing --
	to be conscious --
	to see it all in reminiscences of the innocence and naivety
	that I once was -- am.
	The past is always present.
	My heart beats the continuation
	of a million synchronicities.
	Endlessly, I kill myself by killing others.
	Those I once loved have all been destroyed
	and I am left with the horror of my 'self.'
	Longing to lose myself in, yet, an 'other'
	embrace.