Portland Haiku

not even sure how,
to begin or end this thought.
only to keep on…

what is true beauty?
innocence of mind, of life.
staying true to self.

missing days and time.
moments pass by without thought.
trying to hold on.

too much coffee
has made me numb, listless.
lost, ponderous.

thinking and trying,
to be more and stay the same.
balance at the end.

loss of sleep growing,
building to a heightened state.
constant fuzziness.

eyes that look further,
into the depths of my soul.
i get lost in them.

just the four of us.
living, struggling, smiling,
doing what we do.

sleep dances so near,
and far. in and out it goes.
dancing, teasing me.

late, so many ways.
tired, sleepy, but happy.
time for bed it seems.