My mind imagines this:

My body close to yours
My fingers entwined with yours
My foot across yours
My head inches away yours
My eyes staring deeply at yours

And then
Slowly

My lips lock with yours

Tell me to pay attention
Disjointed words I should know
Interesting
But I'm already far away
Waiting for my own muse
To strike
It's been a long time.

What i want

It's 2:03am
And i should be sleeping
But I'm dreaming
Dreaming of you boy.

Dreaming of what i want
And what i want ..
Is you boy.

Often times I feel disconnected to reality,
Like I am there physically
But mentally I am not.
I am fully aware of my surrounding,
I am fully aware of people passing by,
It just feels like a complete blur.
Sometimes, people talk to me,
I listen,
But my mind wanders somewhere else.

Eyes glued too the floor
A cricket dance then stops as he's leaving his corpse.
The lights reflects here as I look up to snort.
Outside it thunders then pours as the rain remind me of the cool air that sweeps threw doors...

....There red
I'm black..
Crickets dead
I walk
They laugh...blurry faces on the left.

I'm tired
Your dead..
..My entertainment has left.
My eyes look up..
..For a moment..
...I'm back.

Time is a manmade tool used to motivate efficiency
A prop for urgency
We need not stress ourselves out
Time is infinite not allotted or allowed

We are given life
We are given our lives
Then we are told
What the way to live our lives has been for years

You get a name
You learn a language
You hear the rules
You follow for you do not know any better