eatyourownspaceship:

I’ve learned the fickleness inside of things 

Solid things are rare

So hide behind your sitters feet boy

Tell your sister she’s a solid thing 

Be a coward until loneliness grabs you by the hand

and prods you down an isle towards a underwhelming love 

I am just a lover with no love

A selfish sharer 

I’m not looking to change

But I have learned the fickleness inside of me 

Oh mama, where is life but by her

Where else would comfort be so close

like voice to throat

Where else could signifigance be so warm

like minds to sun

Why else would this body of nerves be

if not a wrapper for her needs

What else could really matter? 

Other than her and my seeds