I always sketch our memories from a morning's...
where a plethora of birds look beyond their sleepy...

These bags under my eyes
are not from my own exhaustion...

Before I relax in lulling thoughts
I need to centralize one above all...

Take me away,
From this awful world I live in...

Something's gonna change here.
I ain't telling mama, yet...

If I don't quit,
I'll be swallowed by without you's...

You masochistic
bastard. You reel me in with...

I have learned so much
already, from you, despite...

I love you when your
laugh fills empty silences...

I am the bearded cloud
powering from your laden corn...

Rich skittles collide,
Constructing a wide spectrum...

Usually I can name my thoughts, fashion a
stage for my feelings, and direct my footsteps...