

somethingsomething twisting in my gut i know its me, i know its realsomething
something in the cramped space of my head makes me stay up late, makes me believe in fate
something in my dreams dreams of clouds and landscapes, dreams of castles and pancakes
something about you the twinkle


awaiti scan the spaces that lie between you and me i search for a sign on your presenceawait
a token a resemblance hoping
waiting knowing that with each second the expanse between us lessens
anticipating the calm joy and relief you proximity brings
suffering the disappointment that each passing moment brings without the sight of you
hoping that the next moment will grant me your appearance


madi's bootsmadi's bootsmadi's boots
strolling, tumbling across the floor
madi's boots up in the air with yawns and giggles
madi's boots in my arms with affection and care
madi's boots stomping the air playfully and silly
madi's boots walk somewhere else happily hopefully
madi's boots still leaving footprints in my heart


beasti will slowly consume you smother you until you're left gasping for a breath full until you're left reaching for anything resembling a soul i will leave you with nothing not a thought not a feeling just a desperate need for rest a thirst for a moment of respite and i will keep coming i will always come for youbeast


Lecture beyond my hearingAn adamant refusal to listen I wonder who wrote those words on my desk An echo of my own lethargic thoughts I feel as if time has stopped in this room Sounds have melted together To flow haltingly down acoustic canals A sluggish cyclic drone Images projected on the walls of my skull Drown slowly in the suffocation of my mind In the distance: a laugh A slight tilt My tilting head The tilting planet And I spot the source An old shriveled vessel of wisdom Had just coughed out a nuggetLecture beyond my hearing
how are you? just checking.
how is
is it
hopes its cool and your okay!
yous take care of yourself k?
--
Why do your fists bleed, baby?
Beat down fake walls enclosing you, maybe?
--The Waiting Room, Sixpence None The Richer
--
Why do your fists bleed, baby?
Beat down fake walls enclosing you, maybe?
--The Waiting Room, Sixpence None The Richer
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