The only thing that hasn’t changed is a drive to my hometown.

How should I fit in the society, when I can’t even fit in my jeans?

Funky saxophone
giving beat,
Swinging and jazzing
like we’re elite.
When all the jitterbugs
finally meet-
It’s like the roaring twenties
in our heartbeat.

When the night came
we laid down
in wintry cold sheets

And we were just lying there
in passionate silence
No one knows for how long

All i know is that when                                we have spoken again
sheets weren’t cold anymore

They became pleasantly hot.