My life pressed like those perfect folded sheets. Married in steam and good intentions of having life together.

Of course, that always starts with making your bed in the morning and filling the days with things you ought to do.

I'd spent my whole life trying to be this person....

I can't but help miss the stain on my coffee table and my linen sheets sprawled across my floor waiting for my return.

The chaos in my life felt like a harmony of bethovan's seventh symphony. A beautiful orchestrarted master piece I could only make the sense of.

I was an absolutist. Completely content with the messiness of it all. Entirely captivated by the beauty and desire with urge to succumb to it all.

The unequivocal grounding of not giving a **** at all if at least felt good.

I can't help but wonder if the person I'm unbecoming is the person I should be saving.

"I remember you as something very dear and precious."
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
In care of
Mr and Mrs Andrews.

Forget me don't forget me
the lone star is aglow
and I fade beneath
its light of sorrow
the same light
that shimmers you so

when i close my eyes-
i see him-
in the eternal darkness behind my rational thoughts and emotions-
he appears from nowhere and grasps my hand-
and it feels like forever again.

I miss the smile on your eyes
I miss the smell of your hair
I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the taste of your lips
I miss the touch of your skin

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I miss you so much
It makes me feel as fragile as a tissue

That would tear from the weight of my tears
That shed the pain of my love
And release my deepest fears

That allow the ability
To persevere.

The sun that kiss
The sky that miss
The wind that blows
The way you do
The world we live
And all I love
The smile you do
My heart that beats
And flows on you

my daughter
left a bath bomb
on the windowsill
of our bathroom
it looks like the moon
has crashed to earth
breaking into pieces
I watch it disintegrate
in the moisture in the air
every day more and more
and as I watch
I miss her