if i were a bug...

I'd creep...

and crawl...

and dissect every limb.

Blasting with flavor!

Do not wake up

talking through ghosts

eager to wake up

my body moves still

like rock over water, wake me up

wake me up to slumber

turn over these numbers

their colors are gone

the ghosts were all wrong

these nights are days

and there are still too many ways

to wake up

and not remember

Bird Castle

The Bird's Castle

Fragmentation

"i want to be a crystal so light could pass through me and become a rainbow"

Words of the week: ravishing, artichoke, eloquent, futuristic, turbulent....sore.

I'll interfere and hold no boundaries

I can calculate where the structure may fail

but choose to ignore these insights with a predigest stare

I may be gullible but trustworthy

I want nothing more than to be free of our foolishness

These jealous games we play

Jealous games in the bathroom mirror

Echoing all our sighs and sorrows

Gulping down your last taste of soap

To clean our all this clutter and muttering about

Spilling over boiling water

Tripping over the rug

I'm as secure as your untucked shirt

And I'll have none of this confusion.

Messing with the moments I open my eyes to

I'll be crazy like a fox sniffing out my dinner

Already warm, already tasty to my tongue

Because I knew all along

Where the branches might break.

An opaque mixture of nothings...

"we walked through the darkened doors, and the light flooded through. We flew away, and fluttered, and danced in wisps around the shades of rich vibrant colors."

...

Im starting to feel bottled up. So I'm going to let it all out here.