It's nights like these
where I feel like a giddy...

You were never that loud,
almost always asleep...

People always say you'll know,
and now, I understand...

I woke to thunder
yet the forecast only...

I feel most at home
when it's raining...

I socialized today
with other decent human beings...

the thrill of meeting;
you thunder through my mountain...

I've been dead for years
then she leaned against my back...

I barely remember today
or yesterday...

Today, I woke up to a post preaching
about how people like me shouldn't be...

You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...

during the summer, i am a juxtaposition of sweaty...
and it's only then when i am free from the bondage...