Oct 8, 2016
2
where are you? iʻve been looking but my hands cant see and the tiger dark is kind but empty and the grass is blind but warm.
the sun is bright but cold here and i just wish our stars were the same instead of far away and misaligned and i just want a space with you, one out of time entirely instead of out of time like running. running like dodging feelings in the night (and in yellow shorts) like looking at your eyes and doing a skyfall away from the present. and wishing the flowers i see were flowers i showed you, the difference between me and you is miseta? bad japanese and bad juju and i lie on my back to feel guarded and iʻm gonna guard myself for a long time.
maybe someday iʻll walk the silver and the wave. and really get away