Maybe Nat Would Say Flustered and Filtered
Everything lost, falling through invisible holes in your strainer.
Spaghetti never tasted this good.
Filled with words and ideas, and everything that belongs in my brain.
You stole them.
My inspiration is gone.
He has left me.
I meant...It has left me.
Hopeful and Persistent, I wait for the light of day to shine through my window and welcome a time range for me to try and call again. and again. and again.
Waiting for someone to say Hello on the other end.
Waiting for you.
Oh God, I am going to miss You.
what's it to you?
who go