insomniacquick breath attackrelax relax and don’tlook back
Your hands on my bodyMarch over hills and look for a cave
Story dribbling out,
of uncapped pens, uncapped minds,
bleeding on the page.
let me be myselfI won’t do like the othersearth understands me
Like so manydry riverbedslike veins tracing trailsbelowwe watch the roads the channels…
guess I’ve mistaken,
I keep your memory on the shelf
