thelunaticpen 
 

I want to rest my head on something alive
Long before the sun awakes
Listen to insects
Contemplate, the disease of it
Love sold in neatly wrapped packages
Someone once said you're born with tragedy in your blood.
And then.
Not a tangle as much as a complicated knot
Definitely intentional
Gradations of applause makes a nice soundtrack
You and me, you and me
Not a broken record as much as a kink in my throat
Tunnel to and fro
Time passes in little slivers
Stop motion consciousness
Autumn passes in microscopic bursts of.
There's a cruel imitation of human flesh in hypnogagia
Pauses and pauses
Inhale, exhale
Not difficult in theory.
Not necessarily a need, really
"For the soul" is synonymous to "For the nothing"
I can wait
To
Taste like neon lights
Feel like childhood

Come home.

FOR TEDDY