I keep adding spoonfuls
until my heart ceases...

I can't keep up anymore,
my body is deteriorating...

It's like an orchestra of my nightmares,
my throat feels numb, close to failing...

My thumb bled over the envelope
as I had already ripped the seal...

The stress builds
until my hands shake...

Why do we want what we
can't have the most...

Crunched in the corner
of a January night...

Intense -
Kissing moons...

Sharps and flats,
that's how your words...

Do we love each other's words, or simply admire
the bravery of carpenters and lives we are not...

Between my first and three hundredth hello,
I could still never quite land my feet in a place...

It's the kind of day where building
forts, writing novels, and learning...