It took longer than i thought it would, to find a blank space

And my heart pounded loudly as i thought of... and began to write again

Thinking of the Largeness

The impending Alien Landing at your forehead

Readying for landing, like a hairnet

But the paper felt smooth to my steady hands... and for now, hope and excitement endured

Eight through eleven ran through me like knives...

Killers

I though of blood

Blue like atmosphere dripping down the sides of buildings

I lose (?) in my stomach

I got too involved and stopped thinking

My handwriting stood up a bit in these poorly worded confessions

And my brain like dragging hands reached to the not too distant past

Each snare drum kicked me back