A text file I found in my hard drive...
POSTED AT 04:19 AM

greenpepper

A song of anticipation follows
black leather footsteps
seconded by the pitter pattering
of a fist-sized machine.
I am jailed by your memory,
these bars of sunlight
and walls of scented smoke
and brown wood where picture frames of
evening coffee stains
and cherry lip gloss rent spaces
at the back of my head.
Eventually the present becomes a cage,
I, a restless bird fearing flight
and longing instead to return
and rest in the warm embraces of your shell.

xoxo
Listening to: LMFAO with Pitbull - I'm In Miami Trick
Feeling: cold