open roads, you’ve grabbed these wrists again
under              streetlights that weren’t even mine (to begin w/) now I'm
                       running toward spaced out dreamlands & my head can only
                                                                                         shake so much..

& this bomb you’re building in your own
fragile lungs has lead me to believe
that another day has passed, fused
itself into the open hands of

                an autumn afternoon/afterglow

so now, here we are

waiting
watching


                keep an eye out for me
                I’ll be the one spinning my
                own web of truths

life is nothing but (a) reel..