Why am I even throwing these words into the black? There is no answer.

late night, i pause in a moment before the day becomes new. such possibility, yet i am not what i need to be to reach potential. must channel the oneness within

How is it that I can invent a tale easily but never when it suits me?

I wish I could explain and control my emotions and attractions. It makes no sense to be so caught up with the idea of sex when I have fought it so long.

my brain works I can turn this into a poem. I just had a desire to write something tonight.

in a way you never could seeing that on screen. and this was originally supposed to be a poem, but now I am just ranting to my cell phone. maybe tomorrow when~

notice the shadows of tears on her face. after you have gathered your popcorn bag from the floor and before you toss it in the bin, you understood a person~

moving from one familiar setting to the next. like in a crowded movie theater when you glance at the person next to you as you make that drawn out exit and~

my frame of understanding is wide and deep like a puddle of pool water that drips from your body on a hot summer day. a byproduct of short transitionary periods

Testing out my awful new ringtone. Haha.