So, I'm sitting here,
writing again to you, my journal
bouncing things off thin air.
Looks like Haiku, but it isn't
now when I write, poetry comes out
but when you breathe, life comes out
breath by breath I watch air that was yours
and I wonder when I'll see another
turn some into words,
somehow yours can take my breath away
somehow, you can.
maybe I know how
But there's still a pain... in my head.
It feels like my eyeball is trying to escape my head.
Leave the skull behind completely.
Job vacancy. New eye needed for 26 year old male.
Previous experience required.
Going to Michigan. Can't wait. Can't breathe until then.
-Josh
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