Cops

Look at me all made of maps, And you of all that swirling smoke. Hiding holding feeling fucking. Keeping the lonely streetlights up. Kiss my hand, pull me in. Eyes and eyes and such and such, Hair and curls and all is what? All of you, cherished and known. All of me, letting go. All of we in the radical moments, letting our sweetly stained romance glow.

Well uh-uh Baby, I ain't got no plan.

The mornings are getting darker. It's wonderful, despite readjusting to the cold. Fall's my favortie time of year. Not to mention, life's taken some turns as of recent. I'm happy. The world around me is what it is, and I know it's going to change sooner or later but right now it's good. I'll face the change when it comes, fully aware that life will again be good.

RapTar

Interesting how much those around an individual can influence them. In the first picture you'll see me. Months ago, perfect make-up. Neatly parted hair, trendy little scarf. Camera angled just right, as to fit the window in. As for the second picture though, you'll find me several months later, much like how I look at this very moment. Hair, going as it may. Facing away from the camera, angle unknown. I'm not sure how explain exactly what I'm thinking right now, comparing myself to who I was last Christmas. Goodnight.

Rain

In the crashing
Like a collection, I am.
of cold drops
falling from the dark sky
from the branches.
Pounding down on the metal,
delicate on the ground.
No sign of ease.
Like you,
Coming down
through the isolation.
the hidden places,
of me.
The water soaks everything.
And I am fine
now, I am. Here,
In the calm
and the downpour
of you.