Acidic, my throat burns, constricts, I am
sick...

Driving down this road
Looking at the sky so blue, reminds me...

Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...

Wish
feel...

Streaming across my face like
whispering tassels of wind...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

The hallways were different at this time of...

...pain
is not always visible...

I've always loved you--
your hands, your eyes...

Vibrant, real
tangible...

Tonight is a night for secrets and stories
and perhaps...