When the inspiration strikes..

I want to redefine my worries with refined writing.

I want I want I want.

My stare is set on stars but I falter at the end of stairs.

"I'm sad and alone, I'm sad and alone, I'm sadly alone,"

>Anger at my primitive consciousness.

>Anger at my premature conclusions.

>Anger at my problematic consensus for psychological catastrophe.

These words don't mean shit but I do.

So where the fuck are you?

one.

my entire life has been compromised of feelings i can't commit to.
my father was my first love.
my lungs are filled with
                                    smoke.

i am the moss that grows in shadow.
people seek me simply to guide them home.
the only thing i want is to have something to say.


my lungs are filled with smoke.

i cannot breathe but i can see.

i see you dance

i see you play

i envy your rhythm

i envy your ease

i wish it were me.