for now

i forget that i am whatever god was supposed to be
speaking mountains

the way poems are made
always feeling the need to go much faster

i could never find anyone without the going
find myself sometimes too

numbers are inside of me doing math
talk about my high school physics teacher

talk about how i am a fool
for ever acting as if i can handle life as it is

but

maybe there are words
or maybe there is nothing to say

can i write
just think of me, i guess.