that’s you—
daring
to throw yourself
into a deep unknown

it’s not just words
it’s //
the inhale, 
the life we choose
to intake

you don’t know me
and i don’t know you
but i trust you
and you me

and in the very love
we have for life;
or perhaps essence?
that we live
even if
it all comes to a minute
residue

what does it matter?

a glimpse is still a glimpse 
nonetheless
sometimes more Signifcant
than a lifetime
by varying 
minute degrees

Music is the soundtrack to our lives.
When we are sad, we listen to darker tunes.
Ones that make us feel like hives.
When we are tired or trying to relax,
We listen to the sound of crashing waves.
Or the sound of smooth jazz, or windchimes.
I am mad at the world I listen to dark and angry music.
My friends think I'm a dark rain cloud while they are happy rainbows of happiness.
I'm tired of feeling numb, tired, sad, jealous, and angry.
I am jealous that they can be so happy all of the time.
I am numb to the feeling of happiness.
I am sad that I will be always rejected.
I am jealous that my friends always have a signifcant other, meanwhile I have had the same feeling for one man who I'll never have.