living inside
me
was like
dreaming
awake and
dying with
unspoken
words untaken
acts of
loveless; stapled eyes.
to this i
say; cant doing something
becomes one
with the very oneness
of our
everything in able.
i don’t have
thoughts to tell you
i don’t have
things to solidify
your dreams
into this, us.
that’s why
these words are always
undressed and
in pieces of
dark
happiness.
