In every aspect of my consciousness
I can not find anything
but peaceful white noise
until I think of your laugh
until I think of your eyes
until I think of your memory
and the clutter of my consciousness slams into me
crash into me crash into me
don’t say I am good when all I feel is pain
it is not enough to say, I am better
but it is enough to leave
to prove that I am right, that I am less than them
you look at me like a vagabond utilizing a map
confused and careless