the clock ticks and i slip into a rythmatic pulse of my own, i tilt my head forget myself in remembrance of the

super imposed. i understand these different waves and crave what it is that make me alive, variations of forgottons vs front page news vs tiptoeing towards the back of my eyes. transformations and affirmations blanketed in necessary tranquility, while i was dancing around beneath the street lights of truth...... ....i could feel you were looking at me. into... within... where does one even begin without giving too much away? only in my dreams it's not as scary as it seems ...there were other things i could say. though words do me no justice it's uptight it's erupted

it's a kaleidoscope of caverns and thorns, just an 'it' undefined a sublime trail of thought an illusive unconquered house of cards.... you held up the ocean in front of me a faint figure awaiting but always consequently im distracted by the stars. i'll bath in the depths of what it was to reflect and continue to play beneath the lights of the street, orange in their wisdom they pardon the question.... if you were ever even looking at me.

april