shaking bones so that you can remember your alive. death all around you, but don't give up yet. dancing in the leaves of a autumn that has passed. lovely prophecies correlating to cohesive material, material you've saved scraps of. thinking thoughts that feel like items you've bought at the mall. smooth, precious, materialistic finds that have taken up residence in your head. your eyes. looking at the world with clever tricks, and thrills that you wouldn't give up for anything, not even groceries. teeth, biting into skulls and keeping knowledge tucked right under your belt. bandana issued crisis and your up for a challenge. dangerous appeal ducked in ambitious pride and the prize is in the prize is in the prize. cinematic love stories all ending in a tragic heart break but while drinking champagne, even the finer things aren't start to appear bubbly. intoxicated off a rush that hit you a million miles an hour and you liked it, you sometimes walk with your chest out and your head to the sky so you can position your heart beat to go in sync with your foot steps waiting for that hit again and again. light bulb energy and a trunk full of yesterdays. letting the serious loose with it's best friend optimism for she's having a night on the town, something you couldn't believe would happen now.
No comments:
Post a Comment