I'm falling in love with a thesaurus, I can feel the hot sand in my eyes, the desert rising up to eat me with dust-knives, and those words just spill, just pour from the pages into my mouth and suffocate what I really meant to say.

I'm in a Mars Volta kick, poems attack my brain like grenades, I'm making my own crossword puzzle, I got accepted into AP English and I have a crush on a spider.