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.