i cannot stop thinking at night.
i cannot stop wondering
who am i if not what i am,
if not what i can if not if i can
say stop.

hello. how do you do?

now that i have your attention,
i’d like to say just this:
there’s a date in my head
and it fills me with dread and
if you pardon the rhyme
i’d like it be said,

i love this world and i love my life
but sometimes to be okay
is to pay for a day
your own weight in tears
just to stay.

okay?