Someday I’ll tear apart into a million billion pieces and you’ll watch them float in the autumn winds; borne aloft, alive in spite of approaching dawn. Maybe you’ll take a piece. I’ll whisper, “It’ll be alright,” only my voice won’t reach you. And then I’ll smile because it will.

The cigarette was trailing down my throat like a ten-inch tapeworm
It was grounded, the bright look she gave.
I projected my disgust onto the rain.
This was my one shot to make a garden.

Worlds apart
“Be not like me, I am alone.”
Tic-k
One path
Do I alone see myself in you?
Hello

I can hear negative
It is calming, like divine forces
Leaving ripples on the surface of the real.

That phrase makes me shiver
Makes some solemn silent (?) resounding
Sends me flailing: **** **** **** (word choice is dodgy)
Supersedes sentience


Overall, I’m somewhat confused and disappointed by your work. Please reconsider your ******* of the English language.