Guiltless and grey,
I stand.
Outside my self are my experiences
Mysterious glances
Story, memory, time
All these vehicles of life mold me
What belongs inside?
Tempted and weak,
I yearn.
Feeling erupts and shatters my mathematical ability
Addition is tricky when you are bleeding from the center
And I do not trust anything as infallible as logic
Painted and young,
I scream.
Color collides with imagination
The wind is my new best friend
Whoosh, sing to me
Oh, how I fear companionship outside the sandlot
Why do they call it sand instead of tiny rocks?
Confused and alone,
I run.
The night engulfs me in sexuality
The stars tickle between my legs
What is a man to a woman?
Horizon bleeds in and out and in and out of day.
