Dec 2012
It was so god ****** cold, outside and in. The attic anyway.
My friends and I ascended two flights of stairs, in this burning winter air.
We came around the side of that house and my pocket buzzed the vibrations of a call. I reached right-handed for that call. Into my jeans, sliding over my bloodied knuckle from the day which we had already passed. It was your name lit up so holy on my screen, my eyes took seconds to tell my circuitry. I wanted seconds more from this name for me. Just to look and hold the vibrations knowing who was at the other end. And then I answered it.
The shaking voice of a boy turned man. And I heard your voice on the phone and then from above on the balcony past the wooden gate. And you told me directions, over the phone and I still heard you speaking 15 feet above. You kept speaking. And my comrades stoop solid on my left and right flanks, I am their reason for being here. And we went up and inside. Into the coldest attic i've ever had. Causing them to go for more blankets for themselves, they were so cold. I was cold. I shook a little and I tried to control it. At one point you shook too, I felt it from you. One friend by my side on this leather and the other took to the floor. He adapted to this new room, and these people so quickly. He sat and he operated with his surgical hands on his craft, his sport, well one of them. Loading drugs for all these kids to put into their lungs, and laugh it all up. Your friends did the same. One beside you and the other on the floor. Leaving you and I in the middle of this chain of bodies. I barely knew how to act, you showed the same thing. The drugs lacked warmth, you overpowered the dosage without lifting a finger. Mad isn't it.
I used my lungs for once, you seemed to open up sealed valves. The passages set free, for oxygen in me, no more stagnant words or only lifelessness to give so please, you may reach for what you need.
You've brought back the life and the light. All the while our friends surround us, and no one knows of what has just happened, but you don't either. You didn't try. And then you did.
My friends and I ascended two flights of stairs, in this burning winter air.
We came around the side of that house and my pocket buzzed the vibrations of a call. I reached right-handed for that call. Into my jeans, sliding over my bloodied knuckle from the day which we had already passed. It was your name lit up so holy on my screen, my eyes took seconds to tell my circuitry. I wanted seconds more from this name for me. Just to look and hold the vibrations knowing who was at the other end. And then I answered it.
The shaking voice of a boy turned man. And I heard your voice on the phone and then from above on the balcony past the wooden gate. And you told me directions, over the phone and I still heard you speaking 15 feet above. You kept speaking. And my comrades stoop solid on my left and right flanks, I am their reason for being here. And we went up and inside. Into the coldest attic i've ever had. Causing them to go for more blankets for themselves, they were so cold. I was cold. I shook a little and I tried to control it. At one point you shook too, I felt it from you. One friend by my side on this leather and the other took to the floor. He adapted to this new room, and these people so quickly. He sat and he operated with his surgical hands on his craft, his sport, well one of them. Loading drugs for all these kids to put into their lungs, and laugh it all up. Your friends did the same. One beside you and the other on the floor. Leaving you and I in the middle of this chain of bodies. I barely knew how to act, you showed the same thing. The drugs lacked warmth, you overpowered the dosage without lifting a finger. Mad isn't it.
I used my lungs for once, you seemed to open up sealed valves. The passages set free, for oxygen in me, no more stagnant words or only lifelessness to give so please, you may reach for what you need.
You've brought back the life and the light. All the while our friends surround us, and no one knows of what has just happened, but you don't either. You didn't try. And then you did.
