1:54 pm . repitition
i've forgotten how good it feels
to just watch the ocean,
the ship that sneaks out of the bay
& waves that wash the shore clean
then, the thought of you.

strange & reasonless
for that moment,
i am happy.

with black crosses all over the heart
& eyes that surmise every intention.

now made sober by the melting sky,
& awkward in my awkward chair. i
think this feeling might be
chemical. fabricated.

would you agree?
would you ever wonder
the very same thing?

nostalgia . uncertainty