Sometimes, instead of writing words I feel like falling into the curvature of a “u” and blanketing myself with an “i.” And instead of speaking with these symbols I would twist and turn humans and write words upon words until I've run out of beings to use. And as much as I love the blue lovely atmosphere, I’d think blankly into the absence of anything. I would stroll in between words and skate my fingers along the edges of these very flexible humans and very instantly get a feel for these beings. Because up here, I don’t understand them at all.

If I died.
You wouldn't have the opportunity
to celebrate my life.

One day it’s all in front of you, and she smiles, and the sun feels your smile and warms your body, and all of a sudden, the sun is gone, and the trees are dead, and the leaves are falling, and you’re cold, and he’s inside her, and no one wants to hear you, and then the silence is loud all around you, and your breath echoes in your ears, and you don’t know where you are anymore.

I need a someone
It is blank, inside my head
Thoughts do not exist.