I want to be friends with

and I want to marry





































and make music the rest of my life.

Wonderland and the Art Knowing the Sun Will Shine In Through My Window the Moment I Open the Blinds.

I am envious of you. In this moment. This moment alone. Separate. From any other moment, any other second. I am envious. Fleeting. Coming and going. In waves. In this moment alone. I can close my eyes and see it and embrace it. It can't escape this moment. You are an angel. Embracing the sky. You are a garden. Embracing the grass, welcoming gnomes. I am envious. Breathe it in. Let it be. Envy. You are a thinker and a poet and you find a way to believe. I want to believe. You are beautiful. And it reaches far beneath your face to a place I can only see when you smile. And when you cry. I am envious. I want to be beautiful. In this moment alone. You are reflected in the folds and rolls of breadcrumbs littering a basement floor. And I am envious of you. Copper eyes stranded in a storm that is screaming in your ears. And you find a way to laugh. You are smaller than a grain of sand, but you made a mark on this planet. A crater that will never wash away. I am envious. In this single moment. Alone. Standing out in history. I want to feel it forever. To envy and to know what it is to want. I want to feel. I want to envy. I am envious of you. In this moment. And this moment alone.

I am
Incomplete and whole
Awaiting a change
Teenage caterpillar
Wrapped tight in my cocoon
They come vandalize me
Paint me
Profess their love on my silk
I am
Hanging upside down
Fifteen stories above the center of the earth
And I cant save me
I am
Empty yet I am
Full
I can not think
But too many thought run across my brain
Racing, running into each other
Pushing others out of the way
I am simple
But can not be understood
By you
Or you
Or you
I am
Listening
To the sounds the trees make
Speaking to the wind
And the moon
To the way my father tells stories
And my mother reads books
The way my daemon cries
When I take away his treats
And the the way my shoes echo
On the hard wood floor
I am speaking
To the lab rats and the lab coats and the sharks
To the cleansed
And to the forgotten
And to the sea
And I am hoping
One of them can save me