The Aesthetic Of Wires

As my wires,
extensions
and cables
begin to creep out from my room
and crawl around the floor
coiling through these rooms
for unexpectant passerby's to stumble on
and ponder the nature and purpose of them
I feel like I have found a home
in which my wires and I
can sit
and feel as though we are useful. 

We can't always help what we dream

I keep dreaming about you
I'm sick of it
It's always so real
But something is always a little wrong.

I don't mean to keep dreaming about you
I don't know why I do
I've realized I could never have loved you
And that makes me feel content
Because I haven't lost anything
Not really.

I wish I could stop dreaming about you
Maybe I'm a little worried
I'll never see you again
Or that our friendship is now lost
We always intend for these things
But one can never really know where our moods take us.

I hate dreaming about you
It's a time that is now lost
And I keep being reminded of something
That isn't there
And it bothers me that I seem to have only moved on consciously
While my unconscious always lingers
On silly things.

Perhaps I'll stop dreaming about you
But for now
My days have strange moods
And I drift in and out of loneliness
While I listen to love songs
And hope that boy in the corner of the party
Catches my eye.

My head has not settled yet

but it might soon.