i love listening to words spill
from uncaring mouths
the way they temporarily cease the bombardment of harsh winds
within my consciousness
and
i love  having the pressure from lungs removed
and to be able to intake oxygen as easily
as the the trees within the forest

but sometimes i hate the sleep that plagues my eyes
when there's a world to see
and i hate the letters my heart receives from my mind
with the scalding words that dull my senses
in the midst of an utterly sensational universe