Dear Sunset , I'm envious.
Envious of your beauty,
Envious of these clouds who cover you everyday.

you ask me to tell you
everything
but when i do
you brush it off like
it’s nothing to you
what’s going to happen
when i tell you
i’m feeling exceptionally blue
will you believe then
that it is true
or will you gasp
when i float off into the wind
like expired souls do

I create infinities in my mind to cope with the signs that we’re all going to die.

sometimes my
voice escapes me

my chest so tight
like being stabbed with a knife

throat dry
heart racing
breath quickens

for what reason?