mmone 1.28 pm the weather here is crazy-- cold one day, scorching the next-- kind of reminds me of someone-- someone i've come to know more in depth than-- i seem to know myself-- someone who talks too much to listen-- someone who-- i relate to--totally. like the days sun-- baking those who walk beneath it-- like yesterday's rain-- soaking those whoso list to trod along its wetness and despression-- like the never-coming snow-- i still wait for the chance-- to touch that someone-- whom i've touched for the last longest-- and still have yet to feel-- i wish she would just listen... let my words scrape her ears like-- raspy afro pics stored in back denim pockets-- let me owe her-- all of everything. i'd like to touch that someone. whatgoodisthesensseoftouchwithoutamindthatchoosestofeelit? seangregorytrappedinthesewordsthatspeakforthemselves.