Hopscotch Point of View

dancing monologue and how are we going to survive such decibels of enchanting murders. proclaiming victories at the top of our lungs and squeezing our mines through key holes. falling down and never getting up, a demographic we don't know much about.. but now emotions are begging to obey. hopscotch point of view and they're jumping from me to you. twisting wishes and there is a spoon in the road, which way to go, no where from here but up. however, which way is up if were already pointing down and when we feel like everything is bundled to the side, where do we turn, how can we strive. an enormous amount of passion rises with each breathe that falls and throw pixie dust in the air and watch it dissolve, like candy on a child's tongue this is momentary happiness, we aren't the sky.. we aren't meant to last forever. these moments however short, will keep us warm in the light of darkness and when your preparing yourself to give up please don't stray from your heavy heart. kissing hiccups because we just can't get enough and there is a case of mysterious laughter erupting in our guts. the day is bright but the secrets are hot and everything is burning like the top of a pot. fingers now scratched with the memories of you, low under the radar until something resurfaces and the song you use to hum is now ultimately the worst thing i've ever heard and the scribbles you left, we'll they are long gone, frozen like your face in the pictures during those times, when i begged the clock to stop ticking and for you to stay mine, but the clock was against me, and your mind is my worst enemy, going into battle with the invisible monsters that are punching your membrane and calling you away. armed to the teeth and i cannot fight you on this ground.