bitter air pours through cracked windows at sixty miles per hour dashboards turn to focal points turn to the only sight i'll keep from these days and the nighttime pitch black glosses over moments of eyes glazed the week's exhaustion turns each of us up, empty and dour
we work through our days and leave the waking hours to devour sprawled over small couches and cold basement floors, always dazed we come alive to mood music and greasy food at odd hours, forever unfazed we make each spontaneous saturday night, uniquely and quietly ours
the clock in the dash reckons 3:46am in a thin, strobing green he blinks hard, weary eyes and overworked body, fighting against the morning and the neon signs of the little old marketplaces, oh, how they sing
we wire ourselves and electrify our moments with caffeine we crash and burn and forget every night, ignoring our own warnings and the sleepless sacrifices for each other's wonder, oh, the upswing.
some memories from last winter. for bg, io, kd, and eg. thinking of you with every freezing midnight. (22:00 - 05/03/18)