chai.

there are so many words i could spell
so many phrases i could use
poetry i've memorized that i could recite
but in the end it comes up garbled
and misleading back to you.





i wonder if the stereotype of prom night sex is true.






it's time for me to sleep.
tomorrow looks like
-waking up
-cleaning my room
-doing some homework
-getting chai
-figuring out when band is
-going to the concert





i've been so fond of the english language
but what do I do
when words finally fail me
and i can utter nothing...


except silence.