"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion" -Albert Camus

sometimes, I write you letters, or even the more trivial email, and simply keep them. I want some miniscule reminder that we once communicated, that we were once so fond of each other. I never address them, as one would in the fashion of a dear friend, for the epithet reads like a poem of mourning. I like you more than I mourn you, I miss your companionship more than I miss your memory. I write memories, so that when the day has passed, I can remember them in concrete syllables. I write direct, conscious memoirs so that I will know them when I know nothing.
When I am gone, I will my words to remain.

it's the chance to take a million hearts,
and hold them close
to feel them beat
to feel them yearn
to feel the lights go out,
like the hiss of midday prayers.

you are a fool

but so am I.

and the numbers keep swirling in my head
like waves
like waves
like churning and turning and writhing and squealing
and all I want is for you
to want me.

please save me

there reaches a point
in which you realize that you don't matter enough
to sweat the small things

I think I forgot how to sleep

in the rush of it all, it was left in the sun

work in progress