i don't know a damn thing and i like it that way.

remember that tree we sat under?

the one behind the benches at the park?

it's gone now,

and it isn't just due to the fog.

they tore it down

and now they're pouring concrete over our memories

but it's ok i guess, because that way,

any of our germs that remained there

can be physically frozen in time.

i listen to my feelings.

feelings are nothing, feelings are something

just like matter

meaningless or meaningul;

decided by stupid creatures that listen to themselves

there is only one feeling im ok with having.

i love feeling you.

not just physically.

i feel that i have added an emotion to my personal emotional spectrum

and it's name is your name.

i don't want this year to end.

i miss you already.

and i love you

because you're beautiful all over.

come kiss me.