It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.

there is thousands of things that make us up
as your favorite books, the foods you eat
or what you're thinking on a tuesday afternoon

i am made up of a thousand things
but some choose to see me for only a few

i like to think that i am an artist
but not like van gogh more of a shakespeare
not as well, but can wind words like i can play guitar
keep that in mind i can only play one song

sometimes i think i’m an adventurer
i like to travel and hike up mountains,
jump off cliffs into bodies of water,
but than i remember that i’m scared
of getting eaten by sharks even though
i have dreams of being a surfer
and that spiders are pretty frickin terrifying so
i stay inside, safe, with my bug sprayed walls

i like to think that i’m good at music
but get yelled at to shut up in the shower
with that i only really listen to three songs
all being from the 1975, but
i enjoy all types of music from some led zeppelin
to anything from jack johnson

but i am mostly just a wallflower
with fifteen cats and a cactus
that is still some how living that
i named kauai after my favorite hawaiian island
and making ****** paper cranes at 2 in the morning
with only christmas bulb lights

but with all these things that make me up, it
makes me the most awesome that i could be

ej