microwaving mac-n-cheese,
and waiting for life to unfold;
just as life goes horizontal,
I go vertical, theories.
I bother the best,
and I just want to be important
in another's eyes.
cumming and coming alive
in a cold shower,
a sunrise, because
hearts hold heaps of stuff,
doesn't matter if I am tough.
I am static
and shining,
I shut my mouth
and hope.
another rhyming cliche,
take for granted
all I know;
music is silica.