XXXVI.

Ink: permanent stain,

Under skin, marking the soul,

Meaningful or not.

XXXV.

Late night therapy

Tears falling to past mistakes

yearning to fix them

XXXIV.

Ex-Ex-Ex-Eye-Vee,

Our poor excuse for saying

Latin's "Thirty-Four"

XXXIII.

I'm not H. G. Wells.

Nor am I invisible.

Is anyone there?

XXXII.

My relationships,

friends, lovers, real connections:

Taken for granted.

XXXI.

Empty apartment,

My rules, my way, no judging.

Damn does it feel good!

XXX.

Isolated soul,

missing friends, missing mem'ries,

living a new life.