In Other Words

don't assign me yours.

i went outside to quiet the noise in my head, but the night was already waiting.

sleep wouldn’t have me, because i needed to lose something- but it followed me and faintly stood beside me in the road.

nothing moves but the fog. it almost seems unsure of itself. it holds everything at a distance, as though the night doesn’t want to be known.

i find myself staring at the streetlight- a pale circle suspended in the dark, like someone left a question there and walked away.

i stand there longer than i need to.

i don't know if the answer will ever come in words, but i think i understand just a little, in the way the light refuses to travel.

some things never quite settle. they quietly keep the watch.

pack it up boys we've made a social blunder

let's run that again

one more time normal style

I'm going to become a statistic

further proof god is out to get me

it's because I tore my acl senior year

I couldn't do it for religious reasons

my ex took my talent in the divorce