i like an empty room
a lot of the time
it gets frantic
the traffic–
the thoughts.
and sometimes i know
i'm just
keeping my self busy
because i don't know what to do
with myself when i'm with you.
feels like drowning
everything i thought
is washed away
and i'm afraid
seems sometime i'd rather be 'lone
and distracted
as the days pass by
because i don't know what to do
with myself when i'm with you.
but then phenomenological world
interrupts this body
and i feel heady….
blue water blue water blue water
the dirt the dirt the dirt of my skin and my bones
blue water blue–