Walls like tomatoes,
Shelves of books, I'm wrapped in...

In the heat, my whole self is ice cream, melting.
The mirror in my mind screams atrocities...

If patience is a virtue,
If sloth is a sin...

You, yes, you
are the only thing...

Find me a place where true hearts rest.
Alone, but not lonesome, in finery dressed...

A lifetime of brevity-
the flicker before...

A string of words?
Yes, and what I see...

This is me,
with my love and fear of the quiet...

This isn't about
Am I Capable...

Who was there, and why is it okay?
But not for me...

It's dark out and my alarm clock is beeping.
I scramble to the foot of my bed to silence it...

It's three AM.
He's awake, sitting up in bed...