I tend to write snippets,
little pieces of electric current
running down axons.
Nothing too long or I might
lose train of thought
but I might not.
It's hot now, and I have an urge
to be heard.
Yet I don't want to get too deep...
still, I left a message for myself
scribbled
She is limitless
but the stress manifests
in my deepest sleep

The sun peeps through
on a ramshackle room
fingers tapping strings
pulling out shriveled dreams
splitting right down the seam.
A four legged fur wonder
ponders, sneaks, plunders
listening to the sounds
of going under
Sunburnt and dressed to the nines
at 9
time...time is not real
unless you make it so.
It doesn't exist
clocks exist
How sad for the first being
to be late
an awful gut feeling, like skin peeling
hoping no one sees
please don't let any one see
Stomach growls
lonely
food, feed, fed
If only
If only