fall
sleets of gray falling from the saturated sky.
frosted exhalations on the cold glass.
migrating droplets on the outside.
draining moxie from the inside.
iwishiknewiwanttoknow
icravetobelieveitrusttobelieve
i hear
clean sheets (and a dirty mind).
Take my sorrow
Take my patience
In your eyes I surrender contagious
With clean sheets and a dirty mind.
endo(genous)
but desire is exothermic
and ineptitude
is coldness
wintry
and expressionless
exogenously
useless.
in time we'll fall.
but now, stasis
trying patience
the light is out
from my polestar.
with a dimming light...
phlegmatic icicles enroaching upon
a hiemal ticking clock.
tick, tick, tick, tick...
yes. in time we'll fall.
i want a shotgun. i've been wanting one since pri 5. to shoot my head off.
but then again, i think i would shoot off yours first. haha.