the balcony sessions

an accumulation of little things I write when I'm sitting out on my balcony, befittingly titled 'the balcony sessions', gufaw gufaw.

(haha, lol, and every extension of, are pouring out through my ears so it was time for a change. welcome: gufaw!)

April 14

everything lasts as long as it can.

as long as

it's meant to.

even the most miniscule,

marked by the swinging of the blinds.

away, back again,

slowed.

stopped.

and then a breeze;

recommence.

Sleep soundly now, dearest. The people have gone.

Toes

sticking.

Curling

sheets.

Skin spilled secrets.

A

Misinterpretation coddling

Misinformation.

Missed-information,

sweating through walls by

the hand of a searing son.

A

misanthrope(ist) reeled back in,

screaming 'Eat me whole or;

leave me be."

But it'd been by an

Un-

governable hand

(not will)

that damage had been done.

Reflection Reflectshun

That night the skies were set on

fire.

The image being

reflected

made ambiguous by the flames.

Reflect(shunned).

Stunned,

all of you stood.

All of you stand.

Weary, searching,

wound.

Up.

You can't prove a thing.