... is minus the
derivative of
free energy, taken with respect to
temperature under constant
volume.
... rearranges my
socks in the night.
... is the
monster that led you to
kiss me. is the
wonder that made me want you, disregarding the glint in your eye that told me of far off
places you’d rather be.
... is
triscuits.
... will suck the life out of the
universe someday.
... lets my mind drift while my feet are
glued and heavy.
... dictates
Everything in the world’s slow decline toward
disorder.
... makes me think of
your lips while i’m sleeping. puts their
memory on my breath as i
wake.
... guides the
doodles i make and the
poems i write instead of learning this shit in
physics class.