i want you to know im okay

a voice thats pure and clear tells me im never quite so dead as thoughts through the dry dead leaves where we once spoke and i clung to it like i was desperate for life
how can i be dead when i so deeply cling to you
im not okay i float in blue oblivion
how you are [...]

i am like a cardioid microphone

i am like a cardioid microphone
in that
im not really capable of anything
i am wherever someone else left me
i pick up things around me and am heart shaped
(emailed this to myself while walking to the bus stop)