I probably needed a hug
but instead my father got arrested
but instead I lost contact with one of my best friends
but instead I'm failing math class
but instead my parents don't think I'm mature enough for any social media
but instead my mental health is plummeting
I probably need a hug
but its obvious I'm not getting one any time soon

Why breathe when you know you will die,
When you're drowning, why do you attempt to breathe?
The water ,icy and cold like a spike to the chest,
As the water slowly fills your lungs ,burning .suffocating.
When you are bleeding out why do you put pressure on the wound,
Why do you push as you watch the crimson slip through the cracks of your palm?
The blood spilling out. Bleeding. Dying
So next time you ask me why i love when i cant be loved,
Ask yourself why are you breathing when you know you will die?

if you ask me
what i love,
i could give you a long list
of who and what.

but in my top three
would be clouds.

and im sure by now
if you've gotten this far..
you've asked yourself
or the device you're reading this on --
why?
why does this
random user like clouds?

give me a moment,
ill tell you in a few sentences..


it's because they tell stories.

their shapes
and stories are aphonic.
they speak to you
but not really.

that's why i love them.

you don't
know
what is "said"
but you also
know
what is "said"
at the same time.
which is such
an odd out of body
experience.

if that makes any sense
to a sane person.