My thoughts are as loud as a derailed freight train.
i once read
where someone said
'we run from rain
but sit in tubs filled with
and since that moment,
on days where teardrops
fall from the sky,
i have not skipped out
on letting them kiss my skin
and melt into my hair
because i want to feel
everything i can in this mundane
life before -
i lived // one rebublic
your hair is unruly and unkempt
and i can't seem to form a coherent thought.
your very being is a colorful illustration
that i could study endlessly.
let me drink you in.
i promise not to leak.
i will savor every drop
and never let you flee.
there is a courtyard
behind the abandoned hospital.
vines crawl up the walls like cancer;
like a sickness that cannot be contained.
just like my irrational eagerness for pertinence.
disconnect my conscious thoughts.
*make this infection disappear.
sleeping on the dining room floor
with apparitions and stale bread crumbs
clasping and interlocking fingers
sweaty palms dripping with amnesia
slow my breathing
it's better with you here
stimulate the illusion of destitute empires
children climbing ladders
stamps from stockholm
in the dead of night i sift through the foliage
arranging leaves on gravestones
faint ***** hums
black crows wander through thick pines
dusty frames retain memories
and then all at once
we live too fast
— The End —