At the depth of night,
I stood,
You were there,
Circling,
Circling me like a shark does to their prey.

People aren’t born (I thought whilst watching a passionate artist perform their blood for the audience),
They are found.

I loved her,
Growing up together,
But the separation of tertiary education,
I became more selfish,
I saw you were hurt,
Majorly hurt,
I hurt also,
But it was you,
And I had to withdraw myself,
Away from you,
I didn’t understand you see,
I was being selfish to survive,
To live another day to be selfish
And to be able to be in your aura,
Even though I knew you were hurting
I needed to get better before
So I could just see you
In all that is a strong light.
But you were hurting and I didn’t do anything,
I selfishly sustained my desire over you to only see you later.

Absurd, observe, absorb
Sounds all the same to me.

i know i can't make music like some.
i know i can't make paints play like some.

but i know what i can do more than some.
I can love you more than anyone.

if i’m not an artist what
on earth am I?
if i’m not an artist why
am i here?
if i’m not an artist now
then when?
if i’m not an artist why
can’t I be?

i become
very aware
of my chewing
when there
is somebody
**** in the
room.

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The chin is where I'll begin.
Round, similar to a bubble, though able to touch.

To the lips, full and raw.
They say yours are a door to ones heart.
Together, the mouth that tells secrets and lies to keep those you love.

Jawline symmetrical like a pair of birds wings. Watch them tense then fly.

A check so soft that I need to feel it over and over to prove its existence.

Above, the nose, so you can smell the honey cinnamon nectar on me, attracting you like a bumblebee.

Then our eyes. Yours brown like melted chocolate and mine ice blue. They met and in that second I felt a deep and profound connection.
Faces.

The upbringing of a person could lead to a frivolous publican.
A brother and sister are both witnessing the featherbrained fool.
This world we live in is a bit bamboozle

Escaping to a state of ecstasy with your purple kaleidoscope why don't we shape the future and use cinnamon soap.

With your undercoats it's an antidote for a hurtful situation
It's like we are burning in ice.
Your a magician but you can't stop stupid.

Adolescents knowing the need to finish yet they are taking over to much to cope.
So now they are discovering, considering, cinnamon soap.