arms wrapped around me
as neon crimson floats through the air
crowd swaying back and forth
fain smell of cigarettes and liquor
beer spilt on the venue floor
sticky beneath our feet
i lost an earring
i can't remember why i was so upset

embracing

that is what i miss the most

who do i have to embrace now

what embraces me now
but silence?

soft water
hard stone

tender heart but wild and over grown

maybe one day
ill learn to let go

The point of all this
Isn't to be happy
I realize that now.
So I ask
What is?

i can't give you the moment when you enter my home, and are introduced to its scent, and could not foresee that you would become so familiar with it. i can't give you any kind of structure, regardless of its condition. and though i exist, i just can't bear to prove it. you take me entirely on faith, and i should be forever grateful that you tolerate my absence and lack of transparency. and yet any move i make is not worthy, though i not only move, i disturb and wreck the space you've granted me. and still you tolerate me. my absence and lack of transparency.

Please don’t forget
even the idea of perfection is flawed.

responsabilidad y preocupación
dos cosas con su origen amor
no pueden encontrar un lugar
el cielo, la tierra pide atención
pero cada vez está rechazado

She is soil,
earth and pure.
I run her through my hands
and she falls
through my fingers.