i pull away
i don't know what to say, it's too familiar my apprehension at simple questions, at gentle whispers we'd spend our evenings chasing feelings we'd try to capture hypnotized by those lattice lies we manufactured but i can't talk i missed so many calls and i can't think i just can't get involved i'm on a break, i just can't take this, i'm suspending consciousness my reality has lost all consonance but, oh, there's nothing much i miss and, oh, i just wanna stay like this
i'm a fool
with a camera and i must stop and shoot the rusted lattice i walked under my friends wait patiently for me to finish i aim and fire my photographic rifle and capture a luminous sun
Sitting to practice relaxation.
Misplaced pavement slabs stick out. I try, now, not to trip, but it's happened. I try, now, not to wish. Rain induced meridian response. Red caffeine lattice on black. I try, now, not to sip ashamedly. I try, now, not to wish. I won't try to keep myself locked up. I won't repress what I am, as if I'm only so valid as I am fitted and dressed to expect.
Much than the stars infatuate at nights
Does her dark skin through the lattice of her top We bereave the nights Instead we sneak peak under the sun There ,she achieves utmost pitch in giggles I trail ,fall and then fail
— The End —