Untitled - May 29, 2000 When I look, I see nothing worth keeping, worth mourning, worth crying for When I search, I find nothing less desired, less kept, less wanted. When I hear, I find silence, no thought, no emotion, no smile. When I feel, I find pain, I find shadows, I find sharpness. And so the reflection shatters like a thousand slivers of glass and my eyes close once more.