a throbbing pain in my forehead
a want to lavishly lay on bed and sleep for eternity
but a want to wake up to see the lavender blue light
to think about the beauty in life
to open the window and tell the neighborhood man about the stitch on his holiday sweater
when the sun peers through the window and time slow down to the extent that dust dances along the rays of light
warmth is nostalgia of living life
being human  


i miss you so


in regards towards never touching your skin or tracing the words of a conversation so haphazardly spoken
the words meticulously chosen out of pride and embarrassment
i think I might have died inside you
i think I quite love you
let me sit down on stark grass and open a book
let me stutter as my tongue fanthoms elegance
buzz with a frequency that trails my head and tells me to slam my head against a locker in joy
why did you slip her a letter when ive written thirteen about you and your steady heartbeat and how i hear it when i walk in
about that tone in your voice when your mother decides to cry
or how i would split open my right brain
a hope of proving that what is illogical
what drove the man of pompeii to open his mouth in hopes of cleansing his ****** soul
who smiled as he cut his throat