I could taste the sweet in the voices my ears could swim in the vintage classic of hums

You see these people are no longer here. A loan, no change I’ve borrowed time from another place A one way flight to one hundred years ago The currency of my fingertips on a screen I am witnessing a turbulence, The winds of ha’s and ooo’s My destination: Distorted reality

Arriving in spiraling staircases, each step a twist in time A sound so reverberating legs in unison to the left and right My eyes paint the motions a canvas of notes smiling a soft hum as they’re closed

The tip of my nose conducting the orchestra A heartbeat slowly tap dancing, My right toe drumming the air

Head shaking, hips staying In bed dancing in the little crevices of rooms of my observant little mind

Oh what a silly little joy An experience I have been a part of, Just fashionably late!

Its a loud party For such a covert crowd.

The machine like murmurs in my head after a long stretch of nothingness I’ve been productive, my hands said Not as much as I, the feet digress.

When all the colors are surrounding me in my bed Life wasn’t meant for sorrow But why do I feel so black and blue, Why is it all in my head? The bright lamp is my ego The floor my soul

Give me a reason to why I need my shoes on the other side The ceiling is leaking once again With the storm overdue to subside Give me a reason why I need to climb mountains And swim with the sharks Or to change who I am? Do I need to jump off cliffs to feel alive or dive in the sky for my vision to see the brightness of a lamp like this At 3:48

To be in multiple places at once To feel as if I’ve stepped on every grass of each field, Just for the flowers to feel my presence. My emotions are my seasons My mind the storm overdue to subside

If time will pass me by Where is the love of my life? I’ve been patient enough To the point that I consider swimming with the sharks! My imagination a tower My fears the dragons, Are dreams just a figment of my tower?

The reason will always come At the aftermath of things, I suppose. Surely you wont have a conclusion Till after the experiment And you and I, the subjects: We wait for that aftermath.

I long for the wake At the end of a long slumber “Time can only tell”, I say to myself. Confusion in the darkness with 3 cups of sigh I breathe in and out From the aftermath of my caffeine kick.

My mind is still swimming “in my own sharks”, I suppose. And for I, the subject can only share this point in time with this bright lamp at 3:48

Am I a lonely planet? The moon is my only friend. The night is quiet And my memories loud My first shoelaces tied at the age of four And my path unclear at twenty six

The present everchanging The future an illusion Still in a dark cocoon, and I’m scared. Like a storm in Hawaii People just passing me by.

Time is a concept and a bomb The months roll by And I’m still in the same bed Just different sheets every week.

Tell me a secret I’ll never believe Tell me I could be beautiful and happy Tell me I will save all the orphans that need saving Tell me life is worth living And I will believe you for a second Before the valves of my heart starts to process the cycle of grief

Tell me I mean something. I need to start believing in the books I read. Authors don’t know me, But to them I weep.

I’ve lived so many lives I can’t count. Should I keep going, oh crescent moon? The only thing constant is my breathing But how do I keep on living?