rain in warm weather
creates so much confliction.
it's so ******* hot.

it's hard to think of
the pros and cons of something,
i've no point in this.

being on a train
reminds me of the nervous
exciting feelings.

i live and breathe my words.
that's why sometimes they're
complicated, difficult to get out.
i'm asthmatic, and struggle
to exhale and rhyme and write
without wheezing typos and not pressing enter for each new line.
but when i'm inspired,
my lungs have no limit.
i breathe in and out freely,
i write fluidly, and i create.
and i live.

I loves U
and I knows
that
U loves I.

i'm finding it hard
to make the words form new worlds.
i just can't focus.