I am in a cabin,

in an island,

by myself.

I am still so alone.

Who loves what I love?

I love truth,

I burn it,

I love light,

my Polaroid in hand,

I burn it,

Kayla multiplied, again and again

Hideaway mulitiplied, again, and again

I put myself on this island to put myself away,

to find myself dancing,

to burn on the truth.

Look at my genius,

Sugar is not infinite

I'm dreaming of others, again.

She lands on my doorstop,

a luna moth.

I woke up in a sweat last night,

I was eating avocado in a metalshop while my dead cat, Toshi, watched.

I'm going to be late to my harmonica lesson.

No one can talk away this magic, Kasra.

Be your own best friend, Kasra,

I love you.

I played harmonica

to serende the moon.

I am praying to myself now,

"Please let there be moon."