please teach me quantum mechanics and the way particles of light move through space i am begging you to lecture me on your views of hedonism, nihilism, and every kind of-ism you can think of grab me by the hips and pull me in close, lean in and let me feel your hot breath, and kiss the tales of all kinds of fiction stories onto words on my neck i want to be taught every kind of thing i dont already know and well versed in every type of poetry out there
allow me to digress, if only momentarily, the gravitational pull of the situation at hand my heart is aching in a different form tonight my thoughts move from place to place just like an indecisive snake the dawning of not achieving expectations of where i want to be if only modest ones have calls to action not beautiful, where do i go from here? i have stored up hatred among the jarred feelings i cannot express i cannot even admit them to myself i recognize that i feel a certain way but i do not accept; this method of expression is my sole form of ventilation iām shouting out into the skies, pedaling on my bicycle i cant find my feelings anywhere they arent where they are supposed to be