it's tea time

so let me pour you my soul

i don't know what to tell you or how to help

i do have stories if you let me tell them 

from start to finish and not cut short in the middle

i have a point to my stories 

i'm usually not the silent type but lately i've been felt forced to be silent

there's no room for me, no time for me

and when i think there is

i'm always cut off

i can't pay attention

people need to learn that silence is ok

silence doesn't have to be filled

i connect more with people when i can share silence with them

sometimes silence is more meaningful than words

it's sometimes re-assuring and my thoughts aren't clouded

, allowing me to see you as you are

not seeing you as your words claim you to be

Will You Tell Me Then

it is so on my level

i got things done today

there's nothing like physically seeing the capacity of my lungs

flow out like 

fog on the half icy water on the North Saskatchewan River

, for my eyes to see and my brain to devour

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Faunts

M4

part one

barefeet tonight, maybe this time it really will be summer

without the layers that keep me overly warm as if

it really was summer

i have no hold on time anymore it means nothing

i could stay up all night and feel outside my body for hours and not even realize that

life starts at 6 o'clock in the morning again

but why can't i stay in this life for a little while

where Faunts play the beats of my parents footsteps

but my heartbeat

life has already happened

i had a best friend in junior high 

she is now engaged

am i really that old

are we really that old

does time really keep going

do i ever really catch up

my mom still drives me to the dentist, 

how is someone like me getting married

and how is that person dead

i didn't know her but she was known

i don't wonder how it must feel