Love Letters Elsewhere

Faux Sea

just stop thinking,
theo.
don't use your brain this time.
let the night wash in
and let go of your mind.

find a new rhythm,
find a new song.
find a new friend-
maybe they'll sing along.

just stop thinking,
theo.
you're going to ruin your only good head.
cut your brain off
and just get back in bed.

quit your whining,
theo.
turn all those sounds into something more suitable.
maybe try some yoga-
maybe you'll get a studio.

stop repeating yourself,
theo.
you can't command yourself to stop crying,
but maybe you can try.
maybe if you say it again,
you could also stop dying.

sorry,
that was a bit dramatic.
but i'm serious,
theo.
you're much more than you let off.
the sidewalk didn't end,
it only pretended to be a drop.

the walls are painted blue
so you could pretend you're by the ocean.
i don't know if it works that way,
but i guess it's better than hurting.

i don't know,
theo.
i wish i could help you,
but i'm just the thoughts you can't verbalize.