through the night

before sleep the ocean will take their companion with

great

delicacy

the wind it rises the inconsolable forever

and

understands

the power and hope in its thousand inflections which

cannot

stand

beside the mountains

november 8, 2019

there was a redhead on the blue line, that reminded me of you, the other day. but, then i remembered that you were a strawberry blonde. sometimes i think i can hear your voice in the harmonies. but i know that isn’t quite accurate. i don’t really know what to say anymore.

empty nothings of me and You

Sat in a room yesterday and put my ear to the ground the words were luminous and wispy. The air was thin. I was writing a letter to you in my head. The conglomeration of people in a space. Voices on top of voices. I like to listen. The static always goes through these stages. 

1. A moment of clarity. 2. A waning frequency. 3. Lost in the sea.

I like my feet on the ground. I like to swim in a sea of voices. But we’re all traveling on different airwaves. We’re coming in on distant stations.