Balloon Of Words/imprisoned/untitled

Balloon of Words A balloon of words comes out of my mouth floats out into the air into nothingness and disappears without a voice. Gone from my mind to melt into silence, forever immature.

Imprisoned you love me but you don’t care if I die or not or if I’m imprisoned in sentences

(untitled) The refrigerator hums in the background as I sit here in the early morning hours to ponder life remnants of Taco Bell, magazines, and Mystic Mints are strewn across the table, the dogs doze peacefully on the couch and I, sleepy, yet restless, wonder thoughtfully about the state of humankind. Good-night.