lacesoutvic
oh,
i suppose
that puppy love
was passionate
or inadequate
or prevalent.
fires and forest surround pitched tents in pitch black beneath a canopy of cosmic dust, seen whenever a breath is lost, we look up, in love with the world, and stay up until sunrise, the fires die, the sky comes alive, and i suffocate on the breath it takes to make a statement: that i am a man and i will make it somewhere, sometime, somehow because we are one with everyone, everything, everywhere.
every friday i sit down and talk to you, up close and personal, just the way it was meant to be.
spotlight. stage set. shuffle feet. cold sweat. heart paces, mind races. inhale, cords reverberate and he speaks.
i rushed through the crowd unaware of intention or intrusion.
"excuse me," mentally pronounced but otherwise silent as i slipped through unannounced.