there’s a lot that is very hard to put on paper

indescribable if you will

I looked up at kites but never did set out to fly one myself 

I blew up the balloon too fast and the inside of my mouth started burning

there will always be a secret that I keep

and on Fourth of July I hid under beds like the dog 

there has been too many coincidences in this timeline. I deem that the unknown is real, but I just cannot pinpoint it. 

I like the burning of a cigarette bud on my skin 

And I loved the pain of the tattoo needle

I love the rain 

I love this gem I found at half priced books. I haven’t even read it, but I know I will love it. I think I understand my mom at my age with a baby in her stomach. There is a still. I like myself. I like being alone with myself. Blackberries are so good.

there’s a lot that is very hard to put on paper

indescribable if you will

I looked up at kites but never did set out to fly one myself 

I blew up the balloon too fast and the inside of my mouth started burning

there will always be a secret that I keep

and on Fourth of July I hid under beds like the dog 

there has been too many coincidences in this timeline. I deem that the unknown is real, but I just cannot pinpoint it. 

I like the burning of a cigarette bud on my skin 

And I loved the pain of the tattoo needle

I love the rain 

I love this gem I found at half priced books. I haven’t even read it, but I know I will love it. I think I understand my mom at my age with a baby in her stomach. There is a still. I like myself. I like being alone with myself. Blackberries are so good.