360
how is it that I feel you 360 as I sit
enveloping me like a cocoon
I want to be reborn in the butterfly of your choice
poison dulls my pain yet not your presence
the crowd surrounding has no purpose but to remind me that my lonliness is a mask to hide the despair that quivers within my inner creator
existing inside your love
you invite me to cut into you but will you be surprised when you are moist in the crimson of things yet to be told and/or written and/or realized?
your innocent maturity intruiges me
your cluelessness to your attractiveness humbles me to speechlessness
and speaks to me in a dialect yet to be defined
such vibe shouts a thousand times silence
and I sit feeling multiple 180s in your cipher
ha...see I have a triangle
and I think our geometry could create new algorithms
now why am I frotin left brained when I'm right?
and write constant thoughs on insight?
I'm a fucked up individual
but I sing inside.