…tor’o

…my depth is an unrealistic fantasy, a profound bundle of sadness, and a spark of hope entwined in a mind thats begged for normality since youth-

but she is who she is; who she is-

so i prepare myself to live alone; for lonesome strolls, and untouched skin-

so the cut tho deep, won’t pour out as much-

because my mind isn’t your typical mind-

thus i expect anothers extend to never match that of my own-

to be kindly loved, but never experiencing the height i send one to-

because some souls travel far- much farther than most-

it’s like a spiritual float, very few encounter-

even fewer than that-

so we settle- and it’s so lonely-

awaiting the one to love me;

until

the

moon

becomes

known

as

tor’o-

and the wind only travels eastbound from 2 to 4 year round-

until the sun becomes a charged expense that one must pay to use-

and day is dark, and night is the brightest of bright-

to fully love me until the aforementioned becomes the aforementioned; never fading before-

to stare into my eyes and fully see my soul-

then draw it on a canvas and hang it above the fireplace-

to love me with the biblical written love that the earth has forgotten-

to remind life-

to remind me.

…i am waiting.

kb 🙏🏾