No plans, just feelings
My lungs know more about me than I do.
But it hardly matters, as long as your eyes see it for what it is, whatever it is
I wish I could know what your silences mean
Because there are moments when you realize that something is beautiful but also untouchable and it burns your eyes
I don’t even remember what happened today. I’m probably just tired.
And sometimes things don’t make sense but you get by with only a mild upchuck