dear my only reason for living,
you are the beauty i could only dream of possessing.
you are constant as the northern star.
you are the black ice invisible on february nights.
you are the unending humidity of mid-July.
you are a reminder of what i wish to someday aspire to.
you are the steady background support who has never craved the spotlight attention of my life yet has changed me entirely none-the-less.
you are my lobster.
you are my trust and desire.
you are the reason i get up in the morning.
and you dont even remember my name.





i wrote this during summer school.