Cognition.

you’re asleep there,

i’m tossing and turning here.

i long to feel the curve of your body in the curve of mine;

our curve.

Vowels

loveless vessels

we vow
solo love

we see
love solve loss

else we see
love sow woe

selves we woo
we lose

losses we levee
we owe

we sell
loose vows

so we love

less well

so low
so level

wolves evolve

-Christian Bök

Now don’t get me wrong I love what you’ve done with the place
I just wish we had a chance to help build it
Instead of just moving into this home of disrepair
And expected to work, prosper and then share.
Constantly relying on consuming to feel content
But only because we’ve lost touch with this home that we’ve spent
Trillions of dollars tainting for our wants, not our needs
And now we’re growing tired of planting bleary-eyed seeds.

And I’m not saying that we could do better
But given the chance we’d try (we’d try)
We’d dig up the earths timeworn soil
And fill the trench with greedy eyes.

this prolonged suffering has me most violently, yet silently, wishing everything had been different. but even if i had the ability, i would never dare to rewrite it all.

there’s this aching in my heart and i can feel it spreading outward.

consuming myself and leaving an abyss of black.

another favorite moment forever recorded in my mind.

i give you my all. every day. i give you little bits of myself so you can call them yours, so you can feel complete. but as i do this, i lose more and more of myself, and i’ve been wearing myself thin as of late. i devote my all to you, but i can’t help but feel like it’s not enough for you, like i cannot make you complete.

i know i’m not the best, but i really love you with all of my heart, and i always will.