I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...

I’ve’ forgotten how stones get tossed
After thrashing my mind around secluded ponds...

Fighting urges within my mind
aggressively fighting tears tween brownies...

I've grown seasoned
to the fact that...

I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...

I feel it in my bones
as life trickles like...

I am nothing without
whispers from the eastern...

I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...

Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...

I haven't written
about the red van...

Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...

How do I say goodbye to the eyes of beauty?
To touch a person's life...