I am not documented by my thoughts
but by touch...
I want to carry her with me,
into the soft-spoken night where fears...
A mix of various bright colors joined...
Enchanting my eyes as I stare in such...
"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this"...
I sense traffic's vitality
anticipating movement...
On Valentine's Day, 2016.
A father and daughter...
The boy in the house with the blue
door buys nail polish at the corner store...
There lives the memory of a boy
who abided ouside my window...
I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...
What note can I play
on this imaginary sky...
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Through humbly viewing time...
We raise our voices only to howl,
only to feel less alone in the gathering...