time is always out and about 

im tired of burning holes in my brain 

white slugs with bright orange spots and a giant rat chasing me in the backyard

without me 

i hate feeling like this over and over i can never write anything anymore

just empty people take what they need from me at any time and i get nothing in return 

i miss being alone and laughing 

at nothing 

i miss dreaming and finding it the next week in my life

i just dream and cry now nothing is ever heard

Being pushed over by the wind but not enough so we can’t see

You’re in front of me my arms wrapped around your waist hands pressed to your chest

We have a horse named willow and they’re graceful and beautiful

The mountains are so empty but I feel so full

The grass runs deep and as far as I can see

You are warm and I am home

My head pressed into the back of your shoulder I feel full with love and warmth