cigarettes killed my voice.

i’m at a disadvantage these daysa momentary loss between words record scratched, heart has been hacked with a love sonnet type of rhythm.

but i’m lost in transit remembering the instant you, clock work, repetitive motions, remembering the instant you, covers eyes, starlit skies behind eyelids and, but i'm lost in transit

my mind crossed over and forgot to inform the sender

i’ve made my bed with a messy type of form for far too many moons. dear you, dear you, covers eyes, starlit skies behind eyelids and, our awkward conversation left me wandering through memories of yesterdays. reliving. constant reliving. but i'm lost in transit, patiently waiting for your direction.