1516.

The idea of you
makes me hunger and ache. Slow
and ever burning.

1515.

A cacophony
abounds even in quiet
stillness. Such tumult.

1514.

If only my brain
came with an off switch or at
least some part dimmer.

1513.

A will to have my
choice both retained and taken.
Nonsense solutions.

1512.

Sometimes I wish that
I could press your mind into
my skin. Imprinting.

1511.

A paradise built
on stilts. Everyone is kept
pedestal falling.

1510.

The inversion of
sentiment and actual.
Imbalanced vision.