it snowed again today and the geese are mad.

my house is still a wreck but
love i'm sure will fill it up
see-through cups
decline and rise of certain senses
and that phone call right now
that ends
it all.

no strings, shoelaces or thoughts unshared
bare.

and at times i want to tell her that she is something beautiful. that i like my tea that strong even though it takes a getting used to. that i love how these stories will sync up. that it was irresistible to wander through the newly renovated maze of a building to knock on her door unexpected.

adventure addiction. its set in.