i like A when it is loud and ordered to the holes inside. B and E sounds good too. C reminds me of the dust bowl i live in--it is a farmer's sulking guised as a pleasant distraction that nothing matters. G is the color green. D feels like the invisible--if i could understand it or color a little melody i like it more. still sound doesnt exactly drown it out. i only get sad when i hear she is moving away. but not always. its cause i want to know my name through the eyes of a stranger. i despise the silence between us. outerspace. speed trials. but not for me. i wait underneath a sunshade painted gray for the alphabet to arrange the letters and empty space to gain the confidence to make you smile. then i feel like i belong to something bright, and beautiful. not with my head hanging down, trying to cure my golden frown with a big nothing rolling in with a midnight tide and chemical clouds. then i see the comedy of being blind, and i wish i had no eyes. skip and skate across a fiery grave, flames of an obvious ignorance licking my heels in the dust of my retreat--it keeps me dark anyway. i was living high on the day until i saw nothing and something were the same. but let the figures fade and pile up again, and the life i thought i'd love to share, is empty like an open chair sits with open arms and a place to sleep. but if we're living for the lonley notes that ring away in outerspace what causes the singly breath of harmony of your hand in mine to shine bright, and beautiful (cause it never lasts), wasting away waiting underneath a sunshade painted gray.