His Afflatus.

Day 101 of seeking her presence

I don’t know if I had the privilege to talk to you over again. I’m hoping that you give me privilege because dearly, I miss the sound of your voice pumping in the solid part of my eardrums. Deep but real.

I’m claustrophobic.

No, I was claustrophobic.

And you’re the only person that I want to hold close despise of what I’ve done.

I don’t want anybody else,

for I’d be miserable at best.

I don’t like rhyming,

but for you I’m trying.

And you’re good in it,

but I fail in it.

I’m sorry; I’m here, don’t worry.

I flip the flock,

but still the clock won’t stop.

I clench my fist, hoping that you could see.

But I always end up depressed with a cup of tea.

I suck at this,

I’d rather freeze.

But it would be better to freeze.

To freeze with you.

- Ryan Ross.

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