random scribbles a few old spirits and tall glasses help us dance around the subjects to forget the skies we haven't met yet and the floors we've known too well. slowly the blood surely empties and all spilled love dries up we wake to where we should be but it never feels close to enough
random scribbles caged and encamped by bridges that can't be fixed. we will learn to live with all the different forms bodies and lives and lips can take but hearts will still search for different ways rhythms realign.
Serotonin slowly leaks out and that quiet grows. The pauses stay overextended, repeating into your tomorrows. A single light bulb pops and one by one they all turn off. Thought we'd be in better places at twenty-five, believed that we'd find the balance where everything settles into something healthy and more leveled. But we're still renting out our bodies, still trying for offers on foreclosed properties. These fractions don't become wholes by multiplying what they were before. There needs to be more to pull you forward. I can't be stationary anymore. It's 4 A.M. and I'm not sure what I'm doing here again. A mind that wants to get away, starts following trains and let your eyes just wait. I know the tracks don't show where you're going, but they help keep me in place.