The wind whips against us,
so we try to root deeper into the rocks.
I fall backwards,
you fall forwards.
Waves and motions rolling towards us as you try to collect stardust,
but I'm already covered in glowing embers from somebody else's planet.
Words race out of our lips, too many laughs, perhaps to cover the strangeness.
You are covered in barbeque sauce, and you draw pictograms on styrofoam.
I go for the extreme but you are still intrigued, maybe I should have gone for the normal?
Our eyes are peeled on the parking lot, each lit light alivens a gaze, and if they stole our cars we would just go ahead and steal their truck, but then we are in this together, so maybe, not tonight.
It's really a hard one to know, so we will engage again and see if the film clears from the plastic,
and if not,
well,
there are so many more of you.
And later,
wildly raw conversations with another who I will never meet, and we said, "we are doing this again, that thing, you know, where we go there without knowing the chemistry."
But you live across the pond and it feels too good.
And at the same time,
wonderfully surprising texts and newness from another, and we will meet and soon. The charade has been playing for quite some time, and it's time, it is so time. Short shorts and all the kites, there is a pull, and I need to follow this string to source.
And at the same time,
my body is pulled to another, who is sleeping in a car with a girl on a highway. He is driving westward, and the thoughts are strong and deep. So we say, "Let's let it be what it is, and I like you a lot, and we jumped in real fast, let's slow it down for both of us." So we allow, and engage this, since the fire we created is so strong and trust is filled with nervous tension so I breathe out and let it be what it is since I can only trust my heart, and heart says, "it's a new feeling, see it through."
And at the same time,
empty and full. I cried my eyes out when I admitted the violence I inflict on myself. I do not give myself what I need. So I reach outwards grasping at moments and fleeting connections, since inside, well, it is hurting. The gummy bears are feeling more like jello and they've lost their strong muscular tone, and actually, I wonder if it's time for them to retire, since my thorn-filled crown doesn't match and I don't even wear that one well.
and,
fuck.
This was the night, and all the factions.
so we try to root deeper into the rocks.
I fall backwards,
you fall forwards.
Waves and motions rolling towards us as you try to collect stardust,
but I'm already covered in glowing embers from somebody else's planet.
Words race out of our lips, too many laughs, perhaps to cover the strangeness.
You are covered in barbeque sauce, and you draw pictograms on styrofoam.
I go for the extreme but you are still intrigued, maybe I should have gone for the normal?
Our eyes are peeled on the parking lot, each lit light alivens a gaze, and if they stole our cars we would just go ahead and steal their truck, but then we are in this together, so maybe, not tonight.
It's really a hard one to know, so we will engage again and see if the film clears from the plastic,
and if not,
well,
there are so many more of you.
And later,
wildly raw conversations with another who I will never meet, and we said, "we are doing this again, that thing, you know, where we go there without knowing the chemistry."
But you live across the pond and it feels too good.
And at the same time,
wonderfully surprising texts and newness from another, and we will meet and soon. The charade has been playing for quite some time, and it's time, it is so time. Short shorts and all the kites, there is a pull, and I need to follow this string to source.
And at the same time,
my body is pulled to another, who is sleeping in a car with a girl on a highway. He is driving westward, and the thoughts are strong and deep. So we say, "Let's let it be what it is, and I like you a lot, and we jumped in real fast, let's slow it down for both of us." So we allow, and engage this, since the fire we created is so strong and trust is filled with nervous tension so I breathe out and let it be what it is since I can only trust my heart, and heart says, "it's a new feeling, see it through."
And at the same time,
empty and full. I cried my eyes out when I admitted the violence I inflict on myself. I do not give myself what I need. So I reach outwards grasping at moments and fleeting connections, since inside, well, it is hurting. The gummy bears are feeling more like jello and they've lost their strong muscular tone, and actually, I wonder if it's time for them to retire, since my thorn-filled crown doesn't match and I don't even wear that one well.
and,
fuck.
This was the night, and all the factions.
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