the.do.lab.

I’ve never felt so alone before 

here in this crowded room

of trivial emotions and protruding devotions

when will this feeling be over

i ask myself over and over

but the time goes on

and i think the simplicity will distract me

from whats really going on

the minutes feel like years 

I’m yearning for you

im craving that single touch

of scruff and fingertips

i’ll rearrange the map of your face until i can no longer retrace the steps i took

my fingers long for an ungrasped future

where the sun will rise 

and the moon will follow behind

a tug of war between night and day

what might coincide with a perfect delay