my solace

i knew it kills me 

But it's my solace 

Engulfed deep into the thoughts of art

Ruminating your beauty, the futility 

just as gaze, its an escape

drafting away to some place 

At least for a moment, thogh evabescent

i feel toxins of your image,

thousands, into my brain

with each gaze

But as i let it close

i expel my exhuastion 

along with the muddled image of you

And i am not proud about it 

not at all 

but relieved, yes i am 

At least for a moment, though evanescent.