I hope everyone is alive and well...
Faithfully,
A.


I'm gonna need directionsi need to stop holding you with my eyes because that nervous twitch leaves you shaking. why have you arrived here to ask me questions about manual transmissions and why fourth gear is so important when all i care about are the dents that you have put in my ribcage.I'm gonna need directions
we ran across fields, hugging, you held my heart in your backpack, nursing it back to happy-ever-after levels. we spoke about constellations and how you knew that she was the one, you knew that she was your only.
i lost myself in your eyes, forgetting that i am obsolete. i am always just the


Pots and PansYou drew kisses on my wrists And told me to wait for a saviour. I lost your eyes in my heart and Thought for a moment that thePots and Pans
Sun was shining from your ears Because you were willing to listen to me. I remembered high school days when The world was dark, or the world was pretty, Both ends of the spectrum brought new feelings But now I dont let those thoughts out anymore. I have silenced them and organized them In little filing cabinets that span The distance between my ears. Organized from warm memories To cold, dark moments when aloneness was all I had


Motor FunctionsI have been holding hands with strangers And pinning photographs and paintingsMotor Functions
Of warm places and faces behind my eyelids. I want to sketch pictures of your ears And come up with maps to your fingertips So I can wrap them in soft saffron cloths To be boxed and shipped to Various brain sections, in hopes that My cerebellum can clear the shakiness Of uncertainty and make my motor functions Run smoothly and freely on cold nights without you. Why are your lips so cold? you asked me. But my lips and my thoughts could not separate. Speech was untimely and jum


DowntownAwake at 3 in the morning, I feel a hand on my arm, But the emptiness is full of nothing. Noises: a chattering, I'm shivering My mouth feels loud and tries Its hardest to scream at a higher interval than my mind. Why is my smile frowning? Is it restraining me from a different feeling? Where is my heart when I need it the most? Did I leave it beside the last turnoff, on a lost highway? It probably rolled into the middle of the plateau, Confusing lost men who wanted forget about their wives For the basement of a kingdom of life and family. My poor lost love penitentiaDowntown


Slow MotionTheres that song on the radio that youll never get out of your head Theres car thats being driven and the boy that drives you wild And then theres that exact moment of turning that bend on that roadSlow Motion
That bend in the road that just holds your "teenage-hood" in its gripps
Im closing my eyes and I see that little boy in the back seat in that anoying voice that I've become so accustomed to singing the first lines to that song they put on the sterio just for me "One Cut For Every Kiss" and I look back at that annoying face and plugged my ears and sat back in my seat. Then I looked over at that boy and in that exact
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"On balance life is suffering, and only the very young or very foolish imagine otherwise."
-George Orwell
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"On balance life is suffering, and only the very young or very foolish imagine otherwise."
-George Orwell
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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"On balance life is suffering, and only the very young or very foolish imagine otherwise."
-George Orwell
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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