clock with no hands.

hard to read.

lol.



im in the love with the small things. the strands of hair that say fuck it and stand on end even when she combs and combs and combs. we exchange notes on the floor decorated with glass. we are careful to not cut ourselves. i nicknamed her fresh. we first kissed after drinkin a jamba juice. that damn lime sherbet. now i graffiti her name on the subway. i promise ill never buy you flowers. you are not dead. imma keep giving you me until it hurts. or maybe thats fine with you too and we can keep going. i dont even know your name.

oh and..

they continue to call but one day, everything changed. play the national anthem*. i am the charles taylor of my fuckin mind. killing off the weak muhfuggas.


*number 3- kid a

i took my multiple personalities to the park and we all flew a kite in HEER honor.

we then

let it go.

everything is in it's right place*

*number 1- kid a

(runs outside in the rain.)