Burying my sorrow somewhere that can only be found.
Stolen Geometric Orgasm
i was not worthy to bask in the wind
couldnt take the bitter cold
and now as the climate shifts towards warmth
i have run out of air
In reality she couldn't be farther away from me,
but in my dreams she is always hiding just out of view.
Until she remanifests without effort
to present me with distressing visions
of a life I will hopefully never tangibly endure.
Last night was too damn much.