It's been a while
Since I've sat down for this long
Just to write
All the words I can write

They call it a stream of consciousness
But I call it a stream of truth
It's a stream to remember
As it glosses over your skin

Maybe this truth
Will stick around
A bit longer than the sunlight
A bit longer than the nightlight

I don't want my writing to go away
I don't want my writing to be forgotten
I want my writing to stay
I want it to be remembered

A writer only ever wants to stay
That is the mark of a great writer
It's not that hard, to write for a long time
It's pretty hard, for that long time of work to stick around

But don't worry
It's just a stream of consciousness
It's not a hard thing to do
So we will just keep typing and praying for hamlet
To come rolling off our fingers

I watch you, but you cannot see me.
Invisible, untouchable and persistent.
A ghost in a machine; a man within a dream.
A watcher who cannot see.
I try to speak, but what you hear isn't my voice.
Voiceless, faceless; lack of true existence.
Though I can still watch you from a distance.
Your eyes as cold as mine, perhaps I cannot even see you.
But I feel you, and I think you sense me.
Are we both trapped within the same dream?

Contradictory feelings...
The buzz is insane.
Squealing with excitement,
Although I feel ill.
You are extraordinary...
I want a closer look
I wish for better luck.
Come here, darling.
You don't have to
Hold your tongue...
I can busy it otherwise,
If you'd prefer.
I know I would.
We are so close
In distance,
But not quite there yet
Emotionally.
If I reached out to you,
Would you take my hand?
Take my hand,
Until you understand...

It took me two days to write this.

Suddenly alive
my beat starts
happiness inside
emotions knock at the door.


What is life?
A box full of boxes.


...
...

And its over.

I'm not 100 percent sure that's your name (maybe 99)
But I will never forget your face.
Or your eyes which told a story that I would stop my whole life to hear.
And the way I felt when you looked at me.
When I looked at you.
In that warm wonderful space.

In that warm wonderful space.

Do your lips
Match your heart?
They're both red,
But different shades.
Does that mean
That they clash
With one another?
Or are they able
To embrace each other?
To embrace their differences?
Oh, what a wonderful collaboration
Of the soul...