I'm doubtful. I don't know what to write. I don't...
[What how when where why...

Allow me to push you forward,
push me back...

North
is where...

There are no trees or leaves
acoustically sounding...

People
like us...

I.
You are an escaped soul...

The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...

Have I fogged up my spectacles too often,
not clearly focusing on what I must do...

Am I but a taste to be savored?
A cacao seed that must be...

It's the kind of day where building
forts, writing novels, and learning...

The fryer is on,
set to 350 degrees after scrutinizing...

Last night, I gave into sins until
they chased me past thickets...