This humidity is making my eyes bleed. Wonder where you are, if you're wearing your favorite shirt and if you'll put that extra penny in the take-a-penny bin or just chuck it cus hey, why can't we all just round up or down... Feeling the way I did when I was walking into that building that housed death and something I've cherished for so long. Anxious, terrified, heartbroke. Nothing fixed and you're all out of superglue. Seems to me I'll never be enough no matter what I say, believe, feel or do. keeping my head above water trying to fill the space of thoughts when i'm not keeping promises to dead sun's setting over a blossoming horizon of crumbling words. I am all I cannot see. tiptoed around small words that cut like razors edge on eyelids. oh the humanity. teeth barred. bruised around circles twisted in to figure eights squeezed until they bleed.


How can you expect me to fix this when I don't even know the words you say to me? A live man would never ask this of me and he'd be blind to the bitter stubborness I've birthed from neglect.