I look down
And realize how comfortable we have become in the way we view our sadness, our love, our friendships, our life.

Was he flexing at us? That boy on the train?

"Lol. I thought she winked at me bro!!"

Maybe if I pretend my favorite artist is in my ear, they will all leave me alone.

And I said, "no wonder we can't be poets, we have no way to reflect when we are constantly updating ourselves!"