my face is calloused,
are your eyes heavy like mine?
sit here dreaming,
this feels like oceans of time.
legs limpid,
this dense atmosphere,
gentle eyes,
side to side,
reading the drained story of high school journalism.
feel the intensity of teeth-gritting,
and internal boredoms.
dirt underneath my shoes,
gentle stomach pains
caressing my attention,
shimmering this negligence.


"i'd give my soul to be where i was a year ago... if i had a soul left to give"