blue diary left on the counter of the convenient store strange desire to pry open the cover and read the insides left it as it was humans always return looking for the things they’ve lost expecting it to be there
death is a choice a cryptic one and if that is your choice to rid yourself of this mortal skin and bag of bones then so be it embrace it like you would with love
words matter to the old ones that tattered paper from years ago she keeps it in her bag takes it out unfolds it and begins to mouth the words one at a time until she is satisfied until she has devoured them all she folds it back precisely and tucks it into the leather folds of her bag all in the name of love words and passion
a man vomits in the back of the bus another man plays his song out for all the passengers two are asleep three more are pretending to be dead don’t mind me the observer I’m here to watch maybe until the end of time
what is this thread that binds us all that holds us fuses souls together what is this invisible thing that feeds us the love that we truly deserve and forces us down this path of madness
put the cup down gently I hear you past the walls through the noise the rage of this skin I hear you and if you must know broken glass can cut pick up the pieces gently
should your capillaries and arteries explode please do not think of me at that moment I am just a figment of your imagination a fragment of this world a tiny piece of the galactic puzzle
