Some people haunt you for a lifetime.
But we're all a little unstable, and
I think we like to dwell in the potentiality.
Grazing their face with your eyes as you catch a glance from far off,
Across the street
Across the city.
Across the well-traversed train tracks of our minds
Worn down, rusted,
Built over the bridges of our neural networks;
Prepared to feel how we've always felt,
Emotions keeping the tank of our fleshy bodies pressurized.
We dwell in the what-ifs more than we dwell in our realities.
We unclothe ourselves and swim naked, unapologetically
In the condensed droplets of our thoughts
Conforming to our bare hips, collarbones
Aching in the tension
of our vice,
Potentiality.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Some people haunt you for a lifetime.
But we're all a little unstable, and
I think we like to dwell in the potentiality.
Grazing their face with your eyes as you catch a glance from far off,
Across the street
Across the city.
Across the well-traversed train tracks of our minds
Worn down, rusted,
Built over the bridges of our neural networks;
Prepared to feel how we've always felt,
Emotions keeping the tank of our fleshy bodies pressurized.
We dwell in the what-ifs more than we dwell in our realities.
We unclothe ourselves and swim naked, unapologetically
In the condensed droplets of our thoughts
Conforming to our bare hips, collarbones
Aching in the tension
of our vice,
Potentiality.
