Today is Strange because I looked into the eyes of everyone I saw,and everyone wore their souls hangin' out.Everyone wanted to love each other today,and I remembered why we have eyes.so people can look into them.I probably only noticed these
things because of the amount of coffee I drank. As per usual.
Beneath the house,
He’s basement hidden,
Boys crying blue music.
I wonder if their eyes collect dust,
They asked me not to ask,
But to listen,
And to understand that.
Boys cry blue music.
and heather gray-
Holding their seams
A colorful void to confide into.
Eyes- dusty caverns,
Hands plucking ocean,
And salt lake.
I love the way their blue sounds when it’s played.
wrote this about a few boys I love.
There is a place inside me where pain used to reside.
And now it is empty space
I feel like I got my whole life back.
it gives me anxiety every single day.