I tried again to tie my shoes
I tried to not get them in the mud
and I tried to be the one to tidy the sole
but all over again I notice it's the same pair I've been wearing for so long.

Have your atoms
soaked in mist of another
finally given up on you?

Is it true that the collision of us
is etermal in this universe;
when there's more space to
cover the surface of your superficial love.

Tell me then, why don't you
eat the pulp of it all.

Then again, you were merciful to me
and not to those around you.
Should that be a crime to me?

Things you should leave alone
I can't tell you what I've done.
I need someone to tell me what to do
what to eat, what to like, when to like, how to like.

as I circle around the circle of gas
twenty times, I am still as lost.
Please don't have a written response.

enjoy your life with her.

There will be no answer.
And I will find myself again.
At swallow Clift step after step.

Rolling hills of gravel,
And sun hitting the sweat like it’s dew.

Do I deserve this ?
Am I worthy?
Things I would say when I didn’t believe in my name.

But the hunger grows inside of me.
How much do I want it ?

When I leave I find the peace
in a world where I choose
where to be how to be
I have yet to settle.

When November comes around
I can only think of death.
The arms of faith and the past.  
One can fear the endless nights
but I've found that fearing the truth
of one that has lost its other fragment
is the more excruciating death.

When the only thing left is is looking at
the remaining pieces of a constant.
Something that will never change
But I tie it to things I can't get a grip on.

so tell me now, if it can only be
when the overwhelming feeling of the night
takes over.
With cold front,  a kiss from a stranger,  and wandering mind can end this bending of time inside of my womb.

At first they stumbled into their seats
And the bus took of from that random street,
I didn’t know it could be sweet; lately it’s been kind of busy.
They chuckled and their eyes creased and oh how nice it must be.
They didn’t speak, later she stood up frantically.
For a few seconds I saw the eyes of a lover who worries for the one
I saw them glance, as in a hurry to dance
But I wasn’t anywhere near that, in fact I was just sitting perpetually waiting for my stop and watching them like swans in a pond.
How I saw them leave in different directions made me weep.
But there is nothing more sweet than seeing it form in others instead of me.

Vivi por ahi, con dos camisas una sucia y una limpia.
A Veces frotaba la cara en la sucia y mi conciencia me mataba.
La otra a mi lado no se dio cuenta.
No era algo que a mi me gustaba.
A veces deseaba que la camisa me hablara, que me dijera estoy aquí y que podía ponerme la.

Y cuando se dio cuenta, me tenia reconcor.