this is not a collection of tools. jolt.

[sumituphere]

i once noticed my urge for you,
but it was swept up in the fall wind.

and love is lost,
but
love is found,
certainly, everyday.
And
as she searches,
i look at her,
in nearly, the same way.

the crushing blow,
to know
that you do not matter.
they called it love.
she had to do, whatever he did say.

the men race upwards
away from the flames, that attempt to ingulf them.
they search for calm sky .
they look for gold gates,
but find rusty ones,
deciding they no longer believe,
they return to burn,
until the next time they come alive.

sometimes, im in my way.