The wind spins around me
leaving my ears to explode
nothing else is left to be heard
but the piercing sounds
of memories

standing erect
to the sound of you
although I know
I might be breaking to particles

I am not afraid
throughout the tempest
just trying to memorize
your taste

red leafs are crossing my fingers

Invalid

my hair is full of splinters

Tourniquet

but I do still
believe