let the haters die
and the ******* rot.
it's how
humans die,
when
humanity is
out of order.

From running across the road
and stopping by the pavement.

To pulling down the window
and peeking on the road.

You do amazing things...

Like the bus you caught
this evening to get back home

don't go
stay,
stay,
and
stay.

even
if
you
go
away
today,
i'll
follow
yo­u
until
my
sole's
run
sore.

i
tried
to
run
after
you
but
lost
you.

where
are
you?
i'm
delusive
now.

come
back...

i
haven't
imagined
anything
without
you.

nothing
makes
sense
without
you.

So,
ple­ase
come
back.

i'm
still
here
but
won't
be long.

An
old
acquaintance
of
mine
came
to
meet
me;
he
has
no
face,
no
voice,
yet
troubles
me.

he
can't
talk
but
makes
me
feel
the
pain.

pain
of
letting go,
pain
of
not
seeing
you
again.

don't
worry
he
is
shy;
won't
hurt
you,
won't
indulge
you.

but
i
think
you
might
like
him;
he
is
like
you.

he
keeps
me
alive
and
you
don't
let
me
live.

don't
worry
he
likes
strangers
but
you
are
none.

so,
please
come
back...

i'm
waiting.

neither life
nor the way of living it is easy.
neither to love
nor to be loved is cozy
it is the glimpses of the story
highlights of the moment
that make what it seizes to be.

Sometimes
The Imperfections
Are so perfect that
They are visible
Without any effort

1764

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
  The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
  At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—
  That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
  Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
  That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
  Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
  And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
  Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
  As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
  So dangerously near.

from

big brain
with
small thoughts.

to

narrow pages
with
wicked lines.

I grew up.