Stars

I have a storm inside me

i live for disappointment

i love stars

i cannot touch them

but i live in the dream

this day, I fully escape without sleeping

and she comes and scoops me

"Save Tibet"

now i sit cold

towel over shoulders

decades later and wonder

I have to wonder if I could have apologized

said "sorry"

she didn't want to hear someone say "im sorry" 

she wanted strong

she wanted sure

I wanted to be artistic

I wanted to make her feel safe

I wanted to feel

and I completely fucked that up.

Im here welding

Im here making the stops

I fill out the farms and hope

this is one page of me

i will die at 83 and be reborn on page 3

Im ok

Ive gone insane