hey feliz look at all this punchie!

Soft Scores

till death

young daze.
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im writing this while you’re gone.
im waiting and 
im pacing
and im wishing i could visit.
ive been talking to your mom.
she promised me she’s passing on
my messages.
you might be thinking about your brother.
and how your dad was being super pissy.
please dont be so scared.
i promise you’ll be okay.

i wanted to kiss her that night.
but maybe its just a mood and a feeling.
so finally i retract.
every single thing that ive been feeling.
im missing you.
constantly.
but im telling everybody i dont.
i hope you find this calming
and im hoping it’ll help you,
but its fine if it wont.

its hard to write,
when i dont know what to say anymore
what to do anymore.
with you.
and im confused on what our love really means.
my heart wrenched,
when they told me the news.
i got asked my happiest moment, and it was at the end of August with you.
when i pulled my smooth moves,
and we held hands.
and we watched T.V,
Bojack horseman.
you had holes in your leggings
and i poked them.
you laid your head on top of me,
and finally in years
i knew what it meant to feel safe.
you talked about it so much.

when you get out.
hoping you’ll call.
im throwing a dinner.
im hoping you’ll come.
its all of my friends,
its a good crowd.
maybe we can skip this sad phase,
and start over now.
put away the sad face.
we can start over for a while.
if you’d like that,
we can start over for a while.

Bojack Horseman

1983

1983,

Océan bleu

smells,
and sounds,
and visions all around
i know the walls can speak,
but they chose to never try it out,
and ur soft bright soul
is memory heavy
and your memories
are for remembering
this.

and it hurts
and it burns
and it flirts with my heart
let me learn
from myself.
and im waiting,
please dont forget me.
im not forgetting you
nothing else to do
but remember
you
and your

curly curly hair
deep deep eyes
loveable sensibility
youre paintings are alive.
the rhythm of your voice,
impeccable pizza choice.
honesty and modesty
the need for patience.
i finally learned that.

i need you, i really need you.
i need the real you.
my heart can see blue.
my heart can see blue
my heart can see you
my heart can feel you
my heart can see skies
in second lives,
sunsets and trees on mountain sides
my mind can write
write out the stars
this place is yours
and you are me
and we are you
 a family
i want to be
with you at the end,
in the end.

curly curly hair.
deep deep eyes.
loveable sensibility,
you’re paintings are alive,
and you painted my heart,
on the walls of yours
and i knew from the start.
because i could tell.
how you felt,
how you felt
when i saw ur eyes, and you looked at mine.
i saw you feel it, too
didnt you.?

didnt you feel it, too.

Heavyy

mon chéri

dreaming of milo

dreaming of Milo

Olivia (try 2)

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This is a piece i put together about a year ago, for a film i never released. the film was a little over an hour, and this piece was placed towards the end of the stories arch.

i hope you enjoy this dusty relic. :*

till death

PUNCHiE