fear of connection small talk light flirt not real so i push for the visceral the real and they all run away… 1.11.17

sleep trapped me on this first day of school drugged by dreams and covers warm i lay past the nudge of my morning alarm 1.10.17

can’t explain i smile at the coming day i know why but choose not to say from reaching the edge so many times covering up for all of their crimes sense of self is long lost on them now while i stride into technicolor wow 1.9.17

as the invitations dwindled i stayed in from the cold i lit a fire and watched until it burned to ash and pondered the sparks that may come to pass. 1.8.17

i stare at the flame as it licks the log it spits and crackles fire fingers grasp my mind wanders to what may come to pass while i watch the wood burn to ash 1.7.17