patrickpants

I miss my iPod. I don’t know where it is, I just know that it is gone.
I hope it’s safe.

poor bootsy.

I recall when love was young
and spoke with honest words
awkward moments with eyes to the ground
to hear those words returned

when whelmed by my thoughts
and caught by emotion
I purge my own feelings
and splatter the floor

parts of the loves
smeared of their trust
strands of the missed
and froth of one thought

wiping the lips
now wetted with good
I clean off the bits
that stick to my skin

and then do I fall
into the sweet scent
that only turns sour
the smell of my heart

so I keep thinkin, lately
about life and who we know.

do you ever wonder about that? the people we meet?
and the people we know?

I wondered today.

seriously, who gets upset?
it’s such nice weather… I should fly a kite.

would that be content?