early interference
I sit here alone
bored by my platitude
and how everything i do
alwas ends up the same

same inconfidence
how I seem to understand
always choose to forget
nevertheless I wonder
why I alwas come to regret

and evening befalls me
as I behead my thoughts
my ever-changing spirituality
seems loneliness comes at a cost
winds blow, above me stars newly born

while trying not to pay attention
I feel the scent of her sweet thought
dripping down my bare chest, my necklace
reaching towards it, I find
there's nothing left