why don't you pull up to be great?

Since when have I lost my mind? Itchy eyes.

Breathing is tight, blame the pollen.

Sent out birthday invitations,

had no yes responses.

See everything I from above, not there, it's not me, and I send out anything.

She wasn't there to proofread it.

My question where she goes and how I can find her.

And how that voice comes from her insides,

and how the insides fit in such a small thing.

And where does she go when she's silent.

My voice is silenced by her presence,

My life is changed by her presents.


Riding my bicycle is a sublime dream.