12:33 am . immortal
are you leaving so soon?
oh, do not. let's waste this life;
it might save yours. do you still
find meaning in the remarks
of strangers? oh, do not.

swept up in the winds
of great intersections.

reciting poetry
to the rhythm
of arriving late
to lectures.

addictions to crosswords & ways
to remain sane ((lifeless)).

all my money is spent
on coffee
on cinnamon scrolls
on pursuits of memory.

i've got secrets to tell
((you are perilous like midnight walking))
you have a voice that stains the head
((i am forgetting what this feels like)).

nostalgia . uncertainty