I know there is a way home

I miss

being stuck in traffic

being shit on by a bird.

I need you to answer before

god does.

I’ve always wanted to step between raindrops

I hope there’s a cold beer waiting for me down there.

no one can hear you

How can we connect about the loneliest we’ve ever felt?

I stink to high hell

Maybe I was winter and she was summer.

I lied so much the lie became truth.

I wonder if I am dead to anyone.

nothing means anything anymore

Does god exist a million miles away from my conception of god?

I’ve been alone for ten years up here.

Yes, I will never make it home

A pyrrhic miracle.

I suppose anything is possible.

There might be nothing between us.