We create piles of books between us in bed
I want you back in my head
I travel seas
I find you again

To be in solitude is to be strong
To be in companionship is to be part of a whole
I get visions from moments that don't exist
I get poetry from deep corners of my pockets
We wake at 2:10 only to drink coffee at 6

I run backward to find where I went wrong
I ask the cards what my favorite color is then try again

I am holy with my visions and rough on the edges
I've stripped my femininity
only to find someone more forgiving beneath

Inspiration, muse, and black coffee all fit into the same category
we all need more sleep
we all try too hard
one day it will be easier to write your name on a city
but for now we fight for passion
and work for love

it is easy to play the wrong game

I can drive all night
I can drive to find you
it won't save me
It won't save anyone

but I can drive all night
I can find peace on the highway
I can drive to you
If you call my name

I found you in my miso soup
I found you in that restaurant
I found you on the metro
I found you losing track of time
I found you in the book I'm reading
I found you yesterday
and I find you again today

maybe I am just a bug collector
and I didn't find god in a lamp shop
I know that you are only here for a moment
but human nature pushes me to want more of you
I don't care if it's wrong
it almost doesn't matter if you don't want it
maybe you are just a bug I've found
to prove that I can live in ways
I would have never thought possible
someday
                     
it might make sense
and as much as I struggle to say it
I want you to know
that I love the way you are
your aura captures everyone
and I'm blessed to be able to breathe it in

I decide to lay here
high off of something unholy
how do you heal?
I talk to the moon
but I don't speak of this much
it scares people to think of something infinite
this is why only some talk of the stars

I wish the planets would kiss me
like I kiss her
and I wish drunk poetry
didn't describe my insides

I write for a sense of security
in an obscure world
to walk in your shoes
is to accept your way of breathing
I pray for lunch
I pray to the moon
I watch you talk about dreaming
and I start to remember mine
in a few years will you have a solution?
or is living in this state the answer?

on Sundays I do three things:
I tell the moon I love her
and we spend time together in silence
I go on walks through the city
trusting my intuition
meeting new roads
I also always make a new friend
today I met Carlos
he said he loves the United States
I told him that I don't.
The reason his eye is red is unknown
language barriers
at first I thought Carlos was crazy because of
his eye and his ways
but I think he is also friends with the moon
I know ill see Carlos again
as I do with all my Sunday friends

there are these lines
I have adopted them
we've been together for 7 days  now
they create doorways
and close holes
they reach and retract
they are everywhere
creating and taking up space
recently I can't get them out of my head
they keep me up at night
they want me to paint more of them
they tell me we are friends
that since we spend so much time together
we are connected on an unholy level
my lines and I have plans
we want to live in unity
we want to explore white surfaces
my lines and I have plans
they won't go away
and I don't want them to