we cannot win.

That girl you love, the one you'd walk across the city for? Yeah her. Shes not all the glory and fantasy that you want her to be. No. Her glossy eyes are in fact from lack of sleep and too much binge drinking on weekends. Her peaches and cream complexion, is pale, for lack of a better term, due to no sunlight in her 4x5 cubicle on the 16th floor of the financial building on West and Seventh. Her petite frame is sculpted by many a mid day vom sessions after a hearty lunch of 6 grapes and strawberry banana crystal light. Delightful. Her rosy lips, the ones you could kiss for days? They are raw and plagued by cheilitis, where the top layer of skin on the lips dries out to the point of not even existing, exposing the tender under layer, all due to a nervous habit of chewing her lips. Think about that next time you want to make out. Its a bleak reminder that you love merely a sack of bones and muscle and tissue thats slowly rotting away and decomposing everyday.

renewed.

I hope
That each day
We discover new things
About ourselves &
Our new world.

outside, on your doorstep.

It's wonderful & alarming
Waking up everyday
In a world that
Is saturated in
Your essence.

Happy becomes habit.

I go to the barn because I like the.

Well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride.
Like some empty dress on the bed you've layed out for tonight.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
Time.
Sometime.
And you were right.
Right.
You were right
Outside by your doorstep
In a worn out suit and tie
I'll wait,
For you to come down
Where you'll find me
Where we'll shine

Oh.

sylvia ji.

-3.

I miss you every time my eyes aren't upon you.