#Ego #InfiniteJen #Jenay #Meditation #Zen
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
