in the middle of some kind of feeling now,
dunno what to call it or have any desire to try
i figure its better to ignore it,
hope it leaves with little residue.

did you read what i wrote?
Did you even look?
It was for you.

So here I am,
the inbetween go between,
undecided and lethargic,
waiting for go

waking up eyes wide and angry
dreams tired and over worked,
sheets stuck,
pillow pushed aside
cloths splashed all over
thoughts slacking away

written between moments of work and haste,
on napkins and spare time,
when no one is watching,
i unroll and inspire tomorrow,
pen and key,
paper and wall,
is what I was trying to say
and got cut short,
so now its tall again
thanks to you,
and so I wanted to say,
when you tell me otherwise,
you bring out of me,
what I always wanted there,
knew was there,
you are the match to my candle,
and alive
i walk towards you,
hoping for
spark.