the road took me to places
unending boundaries and beautiful faces
passing by as the time fleets on its own continuum


the road took me to places
everlasting gratitude and ******* annoying attitude
- of all those disdained people in my life

the road took me to places
with my wallet and my car
i drove and rode throughout the land
cities spit on me, trees bowed down to me, and the pavement welcomed me

the road took me to places
too much grilled chicken and not enough beer and cigarettes
too much thought and not enough vacancy
too much sauce and not enough rumors
too much Instagram and not enough sentimentality

the road took me to places
hoping to find myself
in the midst of the madness of this world

and saw me bathing on her crystal eyes
drenched in November melancholy

the stars exploded in the enigmatic space and time

but then-

the sadness begins to spit on me, I was miles deep in agony

and she left with little to no regret
and turned her back towards the beholden future- I never knew her name

I never saw her again
but that moment she stared at me

I knew I was in peace

Oh how sweet November is feeding on my Christmas soul

The bells, the lights, and the smiles all ready to be consumed

The gardens of flowers and the rampant streets passing by in the cold nights of November- how alcohol affects the minds we speak

I found myself in front of the distant stars in a thursday night of reckless daydreaming on how joyful the celebration is

the youth embracement, society faded, and the fuccbois are screaming "long live the alcohol!" and the celebration bleeds out on its own so-

I went outside and saw the girl who might have fixed my world- "How small and joyful world our lives is" I say- and she left with disgust

Oh how sweet November is feeding on my Christmas soul

underneath the emotions of this room
isolation between pictures and loneliness
resides the table besides the book subsides the cable on my roof

fingers cracking and mouth-watering knee-shattering eye-rolling tendencies of blessed be the bed of dreams- no longer as lasting as it seems

cries of laughter in spontaneous shouts
right now inside this broken house

sliding between the breathing air in cold night's skin and heedless damp steam of clouds floating above the weightless head of shattering of sea of dopamine and warm bed beside the key of your room in abstract seraphim

the room is full of lust and broken poetry
emotional regrets and peaceful insanity;