as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones

i picked up the phone
just to hear nothing
but within nothing
i heard your voice
- you chose to be nothing

i frame out an apple
and i frame out a pear
but behind it lies
a world
- my world
in despair

I have lost my ability to write.
And with that, I lost a part of myself

poems are a bit harder to write
when you dont feel music in your mind

too many tabs open

tv static for feelings

'error 404' for thoughts

poems are a bit harder to create
when you cant keep your sh*t straight

i opened my window
and the wind blew in
turning over a page
telling me
that it was time
to start a new chapter