late

Late to my last thought of the day. Late to the little things life can bring. Late to my dreams painted in blue and green. Later in life, somewhere in the dark, in-between the 2 and 3 of night, I give my sleep to the earth that never sleeps.    

social self

my arms are small. ny feet are small. my passion is a giant disguised in a midget. Your presence, your awaiting presence in my mind numbs the other senses. It makes me without numbers, without judgement. It makes me different vs whom I used to be. The reality we build in our minds vs the real social selfs. In awaiting moments.