Hello

Sorry for this mess
Shuffled papers turn into seas
Useless ideas and missed apologies
Spread like sour butter
Upon this sea of papers
My madness has grown from the seeds
Scattered on this island,
Each seed is a singularity of our innocence

Watch your feet!
Don't walk in front of the light

These fly traps have not trapped
My ideas buzzing in my hand,
Glued to the pen
Not being able to let it go
Use these bottle of apologizes
As cursed hand writing
Drools across this tombstone
Of my darkest thoughts ,
Wishing them to be killed till dead
By the fan spinning on the ceiling
I'm scared of this burial ground
When I look away
I hear the roars of the song
Use to summon memories
Of sun dresses in the cold
Of my winter heart

Come closer
And come study
About this mess I've made