tipsy on the idea of you. it's crushing the purity that use to conjure on the verge of my irsis' and make the colour pop like technicolour robots moon walking along a grave yard of lost souls, firework effect. taking a leap of faith in a stranger, stranger than me, strange than you. the ultimate print for any super sized infatuation and another one bites the dust. crawling under temptation and feeling the weight of it level out your heart, timing your steps to a song you can't catch the chorus too, but you mouth words and pretend you know the jam. pretending to care. pretending to not want anything else but right then but the matter of everything is riding on this want and i can't help but get dizzy off the notion that you are in motion and in my direction. falling up hill to reach your goal and putting your goals in the closet next to your sunday best, waiting for the sun, walking for the sun. the sun the sun the sun. eating hope, does it float, will you touch the sky with your pockets full of optimism, wishing on stars that can't hear your pleads, fishing for marshmallows in a shark tank full of disease, waiting for an itch, a scratch that you cannot scratch, do not want to scratch, leave it on your skin for a bigger scene, an astounding appeal. eyes catching me catching you, watching something new.
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