wordless rambles.

My house is home for anyone but me My dreams are made up of the people I see Will I find the gleaming daylight? Or succumb to the darkness of the night? The world is your oyster, they say The world has been conquered, I say What do I do with the time I have left? What do I do with the space that I've wasted? Can you tell me What I should do with myself When all that is left has been used When all that is right is now wrong Who am I supposed to be if I've already been everything they want me to be?

I can hear the windows frosting           taste the leaves falling      smell the voices talking   see the hearts warming feel the season changing   see the people gather      smell the burning fire           taste the hot cider I can hear the bells ringing, but can you?

"I wish we could, but the fact is, we didn't." from How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu

Hmmm, I want to linger. Hmmm, A little longer. Hmmm, A little longer, Here with you. her eyes reflect the stars in the clear night sky his heart reflects the lighthearted campfire made of songs and stories Hmmm, It's such a perfect night. Hmmm, It doesn't seem quite right. Hmmm, That this should be, My last with you. his eyes  reflect the joy of the early morning hike her heart reflects  the lively  campfire made of laughs and sighs Hmmm, And come September, Hmmm, I will remember, Hmmm, Our Scouting days, Of friendships true. their eyes  reflect the tears of the brokenness inside  their hearts  reflect the  blazing   campfire made of conscious strife Hmmm, And as the years go by, Hmmm, I'll think of you and sigh. Hmmm, This is good night And not good bye. our eyes reflect the stars in the clear night sky our hearts reflect the campfire made of a place we once knew, but have long forgotten Hmmm I want to linger. Hmmm A little longer. Hmmm A little

the clock is the loudest thing in the room tock tick tock tick the second hand is the enemy the A/C unit is next, but i like it more air is steady streaming like steady breathing but steady dreaming is never found my eyelids are also too loud unevenly heavy, left over right sink over swim rise over run half past three, half past four a quarter after five nights made up of timestamps and tight chests no good night is good

it's tuesday if you dissect at least two worms Lumbricus terrestris is still moving so am i i can measure my life in tuesdays and cursive ceilings and radio rides and worms after rain they are still squirming on the pavement so am i