The nights we stare in complete silence,

oh i love those nights,

we wake from abiding dreams, tactless waste, misunderstood form,

incandescent light shines in your eyes,

kills me a just a little bit more,

you phase through time like racing tracks.

The Moon Her Majesty - Jack Kerouac

The beats

Happy Birthday Frida Kahlo

I'm pending signs of gratification and replenishing the resentment from my self loathing perception.

Loosely i drink a cup of intoxicating wine,

filling me up and digesting into,fear.

Leading me to a room that once wasn't there, the people stop to stare.

Slowly i pass by, inhaling the evening's bright lit sky,

my mind keeps wandering,

and he keeps calling, i'm drowning in delusions.