counting

hours

constructing

a

goodbye

before

relocation

it

is

only

a

big

deal

because

the

way

I

have

gotten

to

know

you

in

only

a

matter

of

hours

everything

and

everything

this preservation thing I completely forgot about

got to walk away to understand

balance

I'm sick of everyone having to be drunk to do the daring things they want to do

fuck that

grow plentiful fields of your brain and make your own fucking decisions.

you'll never find me with regrets.

those

moments

of

frozen

inches

melting

away

to

centimeters

and

on

repeat

in

my

head

repeatedly

sparkles

reflections

examples

of

proven

science

versus

the

experiences

of

what

causes

a

lack

of

sleep

awake

for

hours

and

never

feeling

tired

not

drinking

as

much

coffee

the

calm

storm

of

movements

from

different

sides

of

the

room

over

the

span

of

hours

the

laughter

feeling

younger

than

yesterday

H2O

as

terms

for

water

eyes

of

excitement

pacing

for

the

place

to

direct

shoulders

the

rain

the

thunder

the

humidity

the

heat

lightning

and

the

long

forgotten

snow

to you,

meet

me

at

the

early

horizon

we've

been

getting

to

know

so

well

and

so

fast

cigarettes&conversation

on

all

these

porches

an

experience

maybe only I'm feeling

you

kept

asking

me

about

us

us

before

and

us

after

it

was

as

if

you

thought

more

about

it

than

I

did

something

about

that

put

a

smile

on

my

face

that

I

couldn't

control

happy

to be

making

a

distance

still

anxious

still

confused

as to

the

imitation

integration

aggravation

spinning

in

intervals

that

last

only

the

briefest

of

moments

must be confusing

yourself

too

huh?

                                         people must

                                                                        to be more                       willing

                                                              learn                                           to try

you

made

alcohol

seem

disgusting

to

me

in

the

most

ungraceful

way

you

make

having

roommates

seem

like

more

than

a

chore

you

make

justification

out

of

creepy

ways

I

considered

you

a

friend

and

opened up

some

of

my

trust

to

you

and

you

took

that,

reversed

it,

and

threw

it

back

at

me

with

personal

insults

about

your

own

misconceptions

fuck off.

what

the

fuck

do

you

expect

me

to

say

to

you?

my

interest

was

geared

towards

something

I

thought

I

had

seen

or

knew

or

could

know

getting

to

know

you

I

realized

I

was

mistaken

due

to

a

cloudy

haze

of

whiskey

and

weed

why

can't

you

realize

that

you

have

become

something

only

of

that

combination

and

you

are

leaving

yourself

with

nothing

have

fun

getting

drunk

and

insulting

the

rest

of

your

friends

right

infront

of

their

faces

and

see

if

they

put

up

with

it

like

I

did

over

and

over

and

over

again

I

can

only

be

so

forgiving

don't

even

don't

even

money

and

others

yeah

I haven't forgotten abou these things, I've invested my energy into a project that appeared almost impossible

there is a lot of work to be done here

motivation

well

it's

back

in

me

so

go

get

mad

or

some

shit

I

don't

really

care

words

and

sounds

in

light

and

the

darkest

silence

let

us

mix

in

fluidity

creating

brilliant

collisions

and

never

be

asked

why

and

on another note

space

is

so

fucking

easy

to

reach

dude

gravity

isn't

what's

holding

us

here