dear quinn,

turn your music
down a little.
look up from the
ground a little.
throw up your arms and
smile a little.

you're alive.

love,
quinn

Bitter sweet air fills my lungs with dignity and doubt all at once.
And although my head knows what needs to be done, the voice inside can no longer be contained.
It screams for a way out.

Take me out of my thoughts,
Take me out of my head,
Take me to a comfortable bed,
Make me happy, healthy and mad.

A smile is like an exit
Out of the room,
Where you don't really want to be.

The intensity of my feelings
Propelled me to the next level
Of something incredibly tense.

Let's return to our problems,
They have summoned the courage for us.

The emptiness is looking at you
With a lot of love.

There are incidents,
we didn't want to happen—

a slow hit of comet
on moon's surface,

a sudden glitch, then a
momentarily signal jam
between the satellite and earth.

As the star lost its light,
all the words were just made
only to crash

You were once a moon—
it comes bright in night time,
and the sun that gives warmth
yet, too painful when I look closer.

After each signal jam
I can see things clearer,
You are the lost star that
changed everything,
and there hasn't any like you
since then.

dear quinn,

it's hard
to feel
everything.
especially when
everything
hurts.

but feeling
nothing....

that's like pouring
out your coffee
because it's too hot.

blow on it, and wait.

love,
quinn