Today was a silent day and
all I saw were trees until it rained,
then the shadows and drops
met the wind in my eyes
and suddenly the branches began reaching out in all directions.
It might have been my lack of sleep,
or maybe I just masturbated too many times today, I don’t know.
but these faces owned by strangers
are all looking at me like they know,
like they know the awful things I’ve done to myself
where all I needed was skin to cover up
and all I know is what’s surrounding me right now.
This world of forgotten memories
all waiting to be remembered
waiting to be felt again like those
first time experiences
that keep you so busy you forget
so many of the needed details.