i did a thing!




hundred waters made me do it

i guess it has taken me a while

to view the synopsis of your heart —

a reconfigured alley way

where only the rain enters in —

black-hole-puddles, forming,

waiting to breathe with my steps

splashing through and in,

to the other side.


it’s my mistake that i never saw

the opportunity to rise above

that time i asked you

who she was


i guess i just got lost

along the/your way

episode: dream

sometimes in my dreams, the white pain(t) is chipped off the walls and the wooden/un-even floors are creaky.

the uneasiness, remains.

however, lately, lilac &lazy hues have been vanishing the sights and i’m left wandering. pathways of fog, dark lights. delays in my steps — always nearing something yet never, ever really there.

my guitar pick, white.
i’m klonopin-still.

and in a swift, Kendrick Lamar is plastered in pepsi, hurrying through a hallway towards an away from where i sway. i turn and am left

believing in the avant-garde-ness my 8-piece band plucks. our hands, on point. like Thelonious Monk.

a forte staccato.

and i’m finally born.

again. believing.