i wake up when the skies dark eyes
are still asleep.
i walk alone in the cold breeze,
tongue searching for something cool,
freezing to coat my throat
make things less dry.

my eyes droop when people talk to me here,
not passionate enough
i like when people scream
and shout with crumbling lungs,
slanting houses inside of them, falling off-kilter.
i like when eyes are alive,
and skin is burning,
glowing.

i like sweat,
on shaky musicians, red lights outlining their spitting lips with
ferocity.
i like human flaw, when they run into things and don't think;
just let go
let go
i like people who swear a lot,
who let me kiss them and let me feel the
moving dawn
of "****"
in their mouths.

for the first time in a while,
i looked up at the sky,
and emptied my mind.
all i said was
wow
this
is
so
*******
beautiful
to the slowly illuminated sky.
and i almost broke down because for the first time in a while,
i'm seeing the beauty in the simplest things of life.