summer cicadas.
laughter from children.
crows and their tragic melodies.
sick feelings of deja vu.
a scream
or two.
a corpse found.

S i l e n c e .

summer cicadas.
laughter from children.
when will this loop just
.stop.

there was a girl in class
who had a perfect punctuality report
but always seemed absent to me

and so i asked,
“when you’re in class,
seated a few seats away from me,
where are you really?”

and her eyes spoke

she was not here on earth

she was on the moon,
drinking up the sight of
stars and suns

she was on a distant planet,
fighting up robots
and fiends trying to destroy earth

she was on the sun,
roasting marshmallows
with all the other pretty alien girls

she was everywhere,
she said

she was everywhere
but here

because here was where
reality took place

and reality was no place
for the wandering kind

Zoning out,
with indie music dancing in the air,
sitting alone on a couch,
my mind can't help but stray towards you.

I wonder what you are doing,
and if you ever remember me,
for my head is clogged of thoughts containing,
only you.

I'm brought back to your driveway,
90' degrees of sun beaming down on our faces,
starting to sweat but I can't let go,
saying good-bye always brings a tear to my eye.

I can still feel your strong, tight arms,
forcing pressure and intense emotion into my body,
enforcing me that you want only me...
those are the best hugs.

Then I get the thought to write my heart out,
but it's overwhelming me,
hearts pumping rapidly now,
and Im filled with so much love.

I can't wait to let it all out,
share our happiness together,
push our egos aside,
so our souls can become one.

-Kayla Cory to my love Gabriel Velasquez <3

I miss this—
The tranquil rustle of the leaves,
The midday sun at full throttle,
An uncomfortable heat surrounding the
Foul dissent of my loose-cannon brain,
And a stinging void of your memory
Left in haphazard pieces in my soul—
Yes, I miss it all, just
Short of the waste-bin
After having bounced off the rim,
Projected back in flight
Only to fall, victim to gravity.

I'm really just daydreaming in my own world
i let my thoughts stir
let them uncurl
let them whirl around the room
and let the room twirl

i lose my mind sometimes
i get lost in my thoughts
and think of all the times
that I've been through
that I've done
and who I've become

and i let my mind fly
wild in the sky
soar around the stars at night
daydreaming in the light
oh what a sight

what a show i have going on in this brain of mine

I don't want to daydream of you.

~~
They take me farther from the reality of you until I reach a point where you become like a fictional character rather than a someone I've had sweet memories with.
~~

Oh, daydream just doesn't do you justice, love.

~~ Criss ∞

I occasionally become lost in looking, and stagger into a daze for days
though, there’s no one who can count the amount of seconds in a gaze
I share what I cherish through frozen body language
contemplate anguish and propagate patience
to whom it may concern, and to those who swear it doesn’t make sense
my logic has been snatched into the mist of my own fragrance
aromatic boundlessness. strange synesthesia
I smell beauty in proximity
like the aura of Christmas Eve
*this is The Gift of the Ages . . .

I know it's wrong.
But daydreaming about you....

It just feels
Right.