Skinny dipping mind
chewing on my own tie
roll me in a comforter into the closet
wood textures and tecnological delight
as my heart longs for a cardboard box
just a simplistic place
to put ev-anything that means everything to
the simple creature that coos like me
on your words
killing time
my bed is a remote
and my body is so heavy
I cant bring myself up off the pause button
so tired
what do I do with these weary eyes
and a rapid heart
tied to arms of cinderblock
and the enthusiasm I have
when its lost
between the sheets of my bed
the layers of life
esistence on this crust
like pie crumbs in my glass of milk
sentiments lost with the words
as you make me hear your touch
of words
Where do I fit into this world
is it even
a thing