I have spent countless hours traveling to see where I belong.
I could feel the space between us, even though you were breathing next to me.
I don’t understand chance or why strangers in the dark can change everything. There is something about graffiti hidden in a dive bar.
Graffiti is a novelty, looking at artistry in places unallowed. It consumes here, too much of something will typically kill.
What is the equation for how your eyes used to look at me?
My hands feel heavy when I am close to you.
We are here now, it is enough.
“Some mistakes don’t matter. I’m not sure which ones are better though, the ones that matter or the ones that don’t.”
We have the minds that go on forever, finding poetry in every conversation.
You asked me why I bought your coffee and I know I didn’t answer.