i feel more(alive) coloring
outside

the lines

find more(beauty)
in the spaces

between

rather than
the atoms(vibrating)
in lonesome anguish

in a world of filters
we lose sight
of what is real

only to realize that(ugly is
beautiful)
in misunderstood

brush strokes

when watching

raindrops

on a glass door

the enjoyment
is (in the) variance

the divergences

the forked(tongue)

of lightning

orgasms come in arcs of invisible energy so alive so brimming it expends itself in dazzling display

i prefer coloring
outside
the lines

in bed(with you)