breath

But i'm going to attempt to post in poem form

they will be terrible

but i need to challenge myself a little with this endeavor

Breath

It was a comfortable pillow,

flesh and buttons and prickly-pear hair;

scaling the tear knotted rope of my willow

Suddenly. the alarm screams, Its fair!

I forgot to forget the thought of my troubles;

Here, they're fish, much to big for the first stair

Oh. when I was blowing bubbles

two parted lips could drink the air!

This also makes up for my inability to remember any substance of the dream

merely vague ideas.

Also i am comforted by my literary voice. However awful, its a good reminder that I exist.

also i will eventually return to complete this

possibly as a sonnet