let's eat. by ourselves...

at least i didn't eat half a bag of chips tonight. sometimes it's hard being a grown up person.

drip drip drip

rain is slipping soundlessly from my sodden hair.
rivulets form in the creases near my eyes and mouth;
my own personal waterways

air perfumed with water,
filled to full,
bursting

the colour of the clouds is an echo of my loneliness

through the darkness my love shines

my beloved is missing. we've been together for so long and now i can't hardly stand to think that she's gone. i'm holding onto hope that it's not forever.

i am sad, elated. i am segregated. there's this stitching and it's itching.

where i work, it's considered an honour to be turned into a cartoon.