WE DEMAND THE HIDDEN LOVE OF EVERYONE WE MEET.

do you feel less lonely in a place where you can simply have hope that there are thousands of other people in another place of the world who you could love?
or do you feel more lonely from another place in the world where you still feel disconnected from everyone?
ok, well here they are, here are the thousands.
we demand the hidden love of everyone we meet.

i can't see your face anymore. even if i could it wouldn't look like before.
if this is all just in our minds, would you mind getting out of mine.

TALKING SHIT ABOUT A PRETTY SUNSET//BLANKETS AND OPINIONS THAT I'LL PROBABLY REGRET SOON

i was lucid dream-thinking this. what i had in my head isnt what i've written down . this is a thought twice removed.

a bad habit. a selfish, painful, mutual love-drugged addiction. it was never enough to save me from feeling lost. the more i gave of myself, the more i missed myself. only believing that it was something more than habitual .

this is the most selfless love. there are no expectations. there is no right or wrong. i don't feel empty. i don't feel obligated.  i haven't lost myself. there is no missing. there is no sadness. there is only this feeling. this innate sense of validation. like i belong in my head. like these outside bits and these inside bits formed something sane and stable. like my thoughts are worthwhile. i will feel this until i don't and i wonder if i'll ever not. 

RED BLOODED, WHITE SKINNED, OH AND THE BLUES

so now i try to keep up
i've been exchanging my currency
while a million object pass through my periphery
now i'm rubbing my eyes cause they're starting to bother me
i've been starring too long at the screen

where was it when i first heard that sweet sound of humility?
it came to my ears in the god damn loveliest melody
how grateful i was then to be part of the mystery
to love and to be loved
let's just hope that is enough.