An attempt

The chest is full. Brimmed to the throat but the mouth cannot speak the words

unknown. Tongue is still lost

The brain is full. Brimmed to confusion though the answers are all in there

waiting. Traffic jam in the neurons

The eyes are full.

Ah! Eureka! painfully sweet

if i

if i could choose how to live, i'd choose the one in which i am always pressed up to you with the tiny tiny feathers on your neck tickling my pug-ly pug-ly nose
and then my world will always smell like cheezum and sweat and earwax and safeguard and i will be an elf

if i could choose how to die

the sound of the airconditioner in your room is a slight drizzle falling on rooftops and leaving clinging droplets on bright, blithe umbrellas.
the room has gone yet the drizzle is here tap tap tapping on a faded tent
outside, can't help myself from a smile escaping and my eyes closing
on that bed where i used to lay listening to the sound, breathing in scents of laundered sheets, shirt and ssh hmm mmm