I feel like my life is like a romantic comedy,
except without the romantic part
or the comedy.



*Just a bunch of *******.

You fiddled with my shorts

my underwear that was underneath

You told me you would visit

and you never did

I knew this lie was coming

I don’t know why but it troubles me

that there were forty before

and there will be forty more after

I have been having these weird sensations
where I want to reach out and touch what I am seeing.
I see the snow-capped mountains in the background of the lushes green pines.
The path is dark soiled, moist with morning dew
I want to reach out and feel it all at once
I want to feel it brush through my finger tips and down into my palm
I even dream about it
Cities and landscapes; I want to touch it all.

I am mostly sad in my dreams
My wrist cramps up
My arms ache for the feeling
but I can't touch a whole city
and I can't touch a whole forest.