Whenever I get down into the station,
I get a fluttering of nervousness.
When I come up off the escalator,
And you're standing there -
Au Bon Pain in hand -
I get a rush.
We've spoken once and we were ill timed this morning.
Today I was prepared -
Much to my dismay, you were nowhere to be found.
I transferred alone at Grand Central.
Wind through papers,
Sheets of white like feathers,
Warm through windows yet cold within,
Hair on end and shiver a ripple,
Desk of white with black freckle-spots,
Breath disturbs a smooth dust layer,
Clock broke and room of smoke,
A deck with two on top,
It’s in the cord,
It’s the sound the carries,
It’s in the noise that widens your eyes,
When all is still save your mind,
With my headphones on.
On the nodding beat
Thats taking over your mind.
I feel you hanging on
To the last note that fades
Away from my grip.
The vibrant scene behind your closed eyes
The million goosebumps
Riding up your arms
The silent shiver
Down your spine.
The singing of strings
As your hesitant voice joins
In a burst of exuberance.
And now you pull me down hurriedly
Glancing back at the weird looks around you.
From my vantage point around your neck
I chuckle internally
And welcome the peaceful silence.
Slipping in my ear-buds,
To get my daily dose
Feeling so close to the sound that doesn't affect me
Flying over clouds only my mind can see
Bass wobbles, no duds
I'm addicted to the ripples,
My head lulls with a vengeance
"don't bother him man, hes gone"
Passers-by call to me
So drunk on sound...
My cranium has better acoustics then the great theater
Rhythm's projected with shock waves and powered by hand grenades
I am a supernova charged by AUX
Watch anxiety writhe and burn in my wake
Sound-blocking headphones are the greatest invention known to teenage boy.
-just being honest