I look into the windows.
_______From outside, I see milky rooms with swirling shadows
(they once held the shapes of bodies)
I imagine scenes in my head. I try to think about their lives, and how they’ve been.
I look down at my feet, and imagine falling off of this beam. (it would hurt, I consider
empirically, as if it is someone else not me, Jane in the Physics text book)

It is hot outside. Strange for me, until I feel a pinch, and I am reminded.
Stocking-ed feet make it safe, and I realize how green the grass is

The sky is moving fast now, faster than my thoughts, and I focus on it.

I haven’t done this in a long time.
It’s a little part of me.
(like when people say that they die a little inside, except the opposite)
I’m coming alive temporarily, like that fluorescent light bulb in the lonely lobby, the firefly that hovered by your ear.
_____ It’s all smooth, for now.
I know, it’s all my fault, and It’s easier this way because it’s Mutually Exclusive.
For a while, life was monochromatic (As I take a break, and remember)
Nostalgia tinges my nose now. I want to tear up, but it wont work, because the truth is, I’m not sad.
The sky was white, it wouldn’t move. Everything else was black, but we were in shades of grey.

All that mattered was touching, and someone took the time to feel my heartbeat.
_____ I never knew that could happen.
I never knew this could happen.

It beats, and I can feel it holding in the air around me.
The tempo changes us, and I know when the lights turn on, we don’t like to move.
_____ I don’t like the idea of you seeing me, but the television is gentle, and
Lends a softening hand to the idea of me.
_____ I think you like my silhouette
Theres different things about it, and its becoming saturated.
_____ I don’t think about these things until the morning, with the faint glow of the clock
reminding me.
We don’t have excuses right now, anymore. (it was trying to be neon)
And we always have to recycle it. (a little is lost everytime, and its never the same)

While Conversing
I look into the windows.
From outside, I see milky rooms with swirling shadows
(they once held the shapes of bodies)
I imagine scenes in my head. I try to think about their lives, and how they’ve been.
I look down at my feet, and imagine falling off of this beam. (it would hurt, I consider empirically, as if it is someone else not me, Jane in the Physics text book)

It is hot outside. Strange for me, until I feel a pinch, and I am reminded.
Stocking-ed feet make it safe, and I realize how green the grass is

The sky is moving fast now, faster than my thoughts, and I focus on it.

Valley
I haven’t done this in a long time.
It’s a little part of me.
(like when people say that they die a little inside, except the opposite)
I’m coming alive temporarily, like that fluorescent light bulb in the lonely lobby, the firefly that hovered by your ear.
It’s all smooth, for now.
I know, it’s all my fault, and It’s easier this way because it’s Mutually Exclusive.
For a while, life was monochromatic (As I take a break, and remember)
Nostalgia tinges my nose now. I want to tear up, but it wont work, because the truth is, I’m not sad.
The sky was white, it wouldn’t move. Everything else was black, but we were in shades of grey.

All that mattered was touching, and someone took the time to feel my heartbeat.
I never knew that could happen.
I never knew this could happen.

Temporary
It beats, and I can feel it holding in the air around me.
The tempo changes us, and I know when the lights turn on, we don’t like to move.
I don’t like the idea of you seeing me, but the television is gentle, and
Lends a softening hand to the idea of me.
I think you like my silhouette
Theres different things about it, and its becoming saturated.
I don’t think about these things until the morning, with the faint glow of the clock
reminding me.
We don’t have excuses right now, anymore. (it was trying to be neon)
And we always have to recycle it. (a little is lost everytime, and its never the same)
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i havent written anything like this in a long time, and i dont think that my poetic voice will be the same as when i was younger and raw. im putting this out there. people (aherm) might know what these things are, but knowing , you might think its something else, or it might change your perception. SORRY. i need to take a break like.. 10 minutes for every paragraph on this english paper! wish me luck. (and today, i didnt realize this, but for the first time today, i did something seriously asian, and unconsciously.)
everything that didnt make sense, now makes sense. but every new thing i learn doesnt. it clicks