I'm looking for a broken glass cure
want to melt away my solidarity in the flames
that  makes shadows over your smile crinkled face
I'm craiving 2am mischief, a walk to the shore,
cigarettes in a cave.
help my fellowship deficiency with street performers and a southwest mirage confused for a finish line.
I need rooftop dialogues and cold pizza eaten on the hardwood.
I miss laughter spilled coffee and falling puzzle pieces,
I need borrowed clothes and unannounced visits, tears in my eyes and a pain in my side. inside jokes and a reason to leave my bedroom.
I'm looking for a broken glass cure in a place with no rocky shore to aim at.