
ACCENT ON THE O.

engulfed with every inhale
aspirations sequestered as
I am orchestrated by thoughts
of how I could be consumed by traffic
there is no warmth
inside
outside.
whether the weather likes.
a visceral sensation
(it packs more knots than a hangman’s noose)
But then there is you
To bend and
To mend…
An instant elixer
just one dose &-
I forget my troubles

I then folded this into a tiny envelope and sealed it with wax.My roommate is a romantic. (Taken with instagram)


One day