There was a point in my life once
where my bones felt so brittle
and bore so much stiffness
that when my knees and knuckles cracked
they screamed.

I feel an empty space
from my head to my toes.
the empty sole
of my back
where I wished for your hands
to fill
just one night.

But instead you filled
my thoughts
and drained
from out my toes.
I always was a barefoot traveller,
but now
I wish I wore shoes
more often.

Believed
In*
Lies,
Played
By
*Time.

Sleep deprivation makes the smoke rings
illuminate.
Scents become stronger.
the flames grow taller.
my tea is
warmer.
to touch is
much softer.
colors
invert.
words
deeper.
thoughts
slower.
stacked
pat­terns
repeated.
emotions
stagnant.
single
little
words
sleep deprivation
can
become
mind
******.

Ink my body.
It is the only proof
that permanence exists.
That above all things
ever lasting
even if attempted to be removed
it will always be there.
and "it" becomes a part of "you",
Regardless
of how you change.

The scent of the rain
will never smell the same.
Your cologne,
it stains my sheets,
and I cant bring myself
to remove a memory
that will never repeat.

The rain
will never sound the same
as it did in the summer
when all we did was
stay in late together
and imagine what life would be like
if we could just lay and create
our own soundtrack
to the rhythm of the rain
and speak to each other
in silence.