feeling sleepy and sad and weak and dreaming about the stars

i believe in permanent strings
rather than stitches that come undone in a week.

currently stuck
in that quadrilateral
I'm supposed to be
externally reasoning from

There's something
in your smile

that leaves me lingering
for a long while

and as I start that
tiresome home bound mile

I can't help but remember
standing on your kitchen tile

And gazing upon
that smirk full of guile

all those familiar
feelings compiled.

Darling you left me
quite beguiled.

Boredom may drive you to some scary places
Where ignorance hides behind all of our faces
What we ignore is everything we fear
Don't ask me why, I don't know how I got here

So I guess that I'm at it again, trying to transcribe my thoughts through a pen, because to push these words out the tiny hole that is my mouth is a task that will only drive my sanity south.