poem

 i know it's hard for you to fathom,

    but i do better in the freezing cold.

something about the bleak bitterness, 

sends electric shock and makes me feel whole,

   as one.

i can    f o c u s. 

    (the only time) i can really focus.

such an underrated band

 

something unreal
   something so sweet

counting in time

that sticks to the walls

that sticks to my feet

that seems to 

never

never

     exi s t

something so sweet

 

what 

if we woke up with yesterday's memories 

   only for our eyes to see, backwards. 

think, think under that mossy, thick oak tree.

think, think, think.

if yesterday went the way it went, nothing to change,

    just the speed of it, just as if everything went: backwards.

if we woke up to the sun setting under 

        our light brown eyes and

the clouds rolling back. 

if we woke up with the memories of yesterday, playing back

maybe, just maybe, this would all make sense. 

just to think of yesterday. 

pls marry me aldous, ughhhh

 

today i wrote a note for the magnolia tree out front

and it went something like this: 

          beautiful magnolia, the way your branches dance

in the afternoon's bliss, s u n light       tangled within,

   how your pale bark    glistens in morning d e w and shines

once the moonlight awakens.     the way you rest your thin

branches to create lovely shadows on the l a w n , 

     (which i watch dance in the evening's sunset song)

with moss between your roots and the scent of   S p r i n g,

   I am grateful for you, a lovely nature KING.