The Antelligent Journal

Will make a wish come true Rainy days that don't leave a bloom. Tired, cold, restless hearts muffled behind talks that end the loneliness found in the evening's cold glimmering beam. What feels like the moon's longer cycle ends with the new moon forgotten. Cold fueling yelling. Don't move. Don't feel. Don't listen. Don't look.

Crosseyed Darker the hour, the lighter the step, Traversing the mud, made for you. Wonder why, still not sure. Suede in the rain wore nice the next day. Strange as she was –– A pleasant ray of gray. Always found ways to hold on. The full moon lies,  raises your fears,  rises the tide,  ends with the new moon forgotten. Crosseyed, fueling yelling–– a finale worth forgetting,  Don't move. Don't feel. Don't listen. Don't look. Wonder why? still not sure.