In Summary.

Past the city lights were heady talks of communism--

How each minute of our life so far

Has amounted to this moment

Of shadows and imperceptible hope.

All we have seen come tumbling out of our mouths

And fly out the window,

Joining the gravelly air that smelled of dirt

Under the feet of people we know yet never knew.

But we never change.

Me To My Deadline || My Brain Is A Blizzard.

You are so close

I can almost touch you.

I wish you would stay still, though,

And be a bit more polite.

Maybe then

Maybe then I'd actually like you.