Opening the book
I do more than read
I expand
the borders
of my perception
with the thoughts
of others

Your brain is a little rock-n-roll my friend
Too much guitar solo
For you to think sometimes.
The pounding
Of the bass drum
Isn't any better.
But did you know that words
Spill out of your mouth
Like chords?
Always the sounds
That need to be heard
Even when someone
Dislikes the key.
My friend,
Life is sheet music.
Never forget that you
Are your own composer.

All nasty and full of gunk.
I fogot my toothbrush at the complex.
One week I've waited and it's still in the same place.
Feels like I was here yesterday.
But I know it's gonna feel like forever leaving.
Thank god I can try to keep clean with my essential back in my hand.
But I still can't help the feeling...

I'm going to loose my toothbrush again.

They say
Suffering brings compassion
And I say
That’s
*******
Just because I have
Suffered
Does not mean I am kind
And just because I am
Kind
Does not mean I have suffered
Compassion
Is when you say
“No one should suffer”
Not even me.

I’m trying so hard
to write about you.

But words can’t express
the way I actually feel.

So I’m going to stop here.

You held my hand today
I'll spend the rest of the week
Thinking of everything it could mean