Its 1 and i'm sick and all alone, I decided to blow up your phone. I miss you so much and want your sweet touch. I hope you can come home.

It's now 2 and I still miss you.

It's 3 and I wish you were with me.

It's 4 and i'm laying on my floor.

It's 5 what a surprise

It's 6 and guess what? I'm still sick

It's 7 and I got no sleep. My rhymes are getting weak I wish you were with me instead of in heaven asleep...

I shouldn't be sad
Upper class, white, money
No job needed, no admirable back story
No dead parents or learning difficulties
Everything is good
But I don't know what to do
What
To
Do
An entire future
Decided at 18?
You have got to be kidding me
Please be kidding me
Please

My love doesn't obey time.
My madness doesn't know reality,
And my consciousness...

My consciousness sits somewhere
    In the middle of the ocean,
       On a raft,
          Smoking a bowl.

              And every time I ask it to come back it just says,
               "Nah, man. It's much better out here."


My heart doesn't listen.
My brain can't lead,
And my life...

My life ends every twelve months.
With each new year, I start over and live through an entire lifetime.
        Condensed,
          Compressed,
            But still just as heavy.


My reflection doesn't know it's me.
My thoughts don't know when to stop,
And my soul...


My soul is ever growing, helping me learn from my mistakes.
With it I'm able to reach out and truly change things.
          Holding,
            Grasping, and
                Solidifying immortality.

Your love is contagious,

your scent is outrageous.

your eyes are illuminating,

your smile is captivating.

every inch, every sound, every memory.

it’s contagious.

Your words-

they are kind,

they are wise.

Your words-

inspire me,

entice me.

Your words-

are contagious.