I feel the vulnerability seeping through my pores. I feel so sensitive; I am speaking to this person with such intensity, such honesty. I am feeling incredibly embarrassed and ashamed, ashamed that although I am wearing my heart on my sleeve, it’s not good enough for someone who just doesn’t love me. I feel very lonely with my unrequited love. Exposed and unloved....

Walking to the train

Brush up against a woman who gives you a dirty look

Too many people on this subway

I can’t ever find a seat on the L

And it starts all over again tomorrow...

Waking up in the middle of the night;

Tears and sweat too much to bare

I’ve dreamt of you again, oh how I miss your smell

You torment me time and time again

How I long to see you once more just to say,

I’m sorry....

Physics tells us that if an object is perspiring, the object is hotter than the average. As one can almost see blurry lines right in front of them, creating a barrier between the object and said person, and being able to identify these blurry lines as particles of heat waves. The third law of thermodynamics is at play here, and one can only vast in its beauty....