inspiration comes in many forms.
cardboard boxes and cigarettes.
sunshine and plans for tonight.
calling just to say Hi.
there's a woman in the window.
and I wonder what her point-of-view looks like.
paint your drawings
and
draw your little life,
not mine, ameryst, not big,
yet bold.
fast approaching death.
losing charm to chalk.
I have a lot of best ideas.
they play hide-and-seek
with my lemon nightmares.
confess how you bless me.
my lips are bleeding poetry.
this is how.
this is how.
this is how.
this is how.
this is how.
this is how.
this is how.
this is how.
it starts.
I am still blinking.
there is no meaning without moments.