Thoughts that rose throughout the day

invisible in soap

words merely punctuation

trapped in the openness

potholes filled with evergreens

annihilation

positive infinity

obsessed with normalizing

it's hard work trying to get ahead of your thoughts

i feel like I'm becoming Dr. Foster

sucked in the black pupils, I liked sitting on the edge of the iris

i dreamt a lion

skin turns violet as I walk though people's shades

how can I trust the sun if it can blind me

wandering through forgetful halls

i slice my hands like sharp propellers through the sky

we are already in the sky, are we not?

the backdrop turned black, with the stop light on

i am dropped like a pill in water

the sand memorizes my body

learns how to hold me so quick

in glass covering, invisible

one day I will be able to talk to my long evening shadows

they will be far from me

the sinks further in to its blue death

its bed, a new home

i document things that will never be seen

and I'm just starting to cherish the things I can never fully share

maybe I'm paying for silence, less movement

stillness

coated in the dust of the past, carry on through the swift hush

of people briskly carrying their heavy bags home

eyes caste to the snow of imprints of tired shoes

unknown patterns assuring our every move

take out my algebra book, start to feel mass

always in search of the real world, but there may be none

your being a transparent globe

washing itself in the blue bruise

maybe all life is a competition of who can create the most complicated concept in the world

and make it exist for others

no longer a writer as soon as i lift my pen

words never existing for the next one that follows, never to be retraced

bill, hill, mill

chess and shadows

closed doors and open canals

unaware of their end,

neither does the writer.

*No idea what I wrote. Will look back and take away from it then.