i think that when i die i want to be buried somewhere far away from trains and planes and automobiles

because i only want certain people to dance upon my grave

my mind gets cloudy sometimes.

my reality can get pushed back like covers from off your darker than it used to be skin

i think that i need to learn to leave behind more things

i think that i need to learn how to let go but sometimes i wonder what i've let go in the process

there are colours that i want to see that i don't think exist yet

i think this poem should be for her

i think that i should be for her

our hearts beat ceaselessly together as i desperately try to describe something that there aren't enough verbs or nouns or adjectives that i can string together to properly do justice to the way that you can feel

this is a snapshot of my heart that you can hang on the wall of your little yellow room and display for all of your friends to see and admire

i can't pick the right strings to make something deserving of your ear

i can't pick the right things to say to make something deserving of your smile

you are far more wonderful than i think you give yourself credit for

my chest is made of kevlar and when you speak you speak with armour piercing rounds

they came for you in the dead of night while you read huxley and wondered whether or not his dystopia is your reality and if you are the u in utopia

don't you lose your pocketwatch this time

and so it is

and so it is

much like they always said it would just be like

most of the time i'm never sure if i'm dreaming or waking and i think that maybe thats a good thing

i think that i never really know which part of it is real and maybe that keeps me better off

my mind and heart are burning with thoughts of you that i can't properly put down on paper because i think it could make this place go down in flames

i live in a perpetual state of lucidity

i remember what september smells like and it scares me because i don't know what i'm going to associate it with

i want to light up your night sky with more fireworks than the chinese can mass produce

this could be the best thing ever.