there was someone cool next to me the other day; and this is what i wrote. i hope they are as productive as i hope them to be. they had planners, notebooks, and paper everywhere in such an organized mess it was inspiring.
he’s beautiful, she says,
and tilts her head away,
writing letters never sent
until feelings fade away
’tis only imagined circumstance
upon her virgin brow.
but ne’ertheless, her mind’s impress
fragments her wondering, how?