'Half past soon', she said, which is about the same distance from breakfast time to the moon,
she's cryptic,
I think it's something they put in the lipstick,
she has a garnishee order on me,
I owe it to her to be
there
waiting in the square
at half past soon.

Going to chill with a pill like 'the fool on the hill' and watch the world go by
getting high, unreal as anything that is real can be,
see me,
I'm dumb,
don't think I'm wired to the mains,
got brains,
unused,
but what to use them for?

Going to light up the sky with my eyes while I chill and watch the world go by, getting high as high as anything that could ever be,
see me,
not plumb,
don't think I'm wired to the mains,
no volts,
just faults and every kind of an insane,
going to chill with a pill be the fool on a hill and watch the world go by, I wonder why I never thought of it before,
one door
closes,
another opens and revolves.

And when your world is feeling so low,



Think of a few things written below.



For each life lived, there is a yin and a yang,



And for each moon that’s cried, a sun has sang.



As storm clouds roll, natures fireworks show,



In muddy water, a lotus flower will grow,



After the hardest climb, you will see the best views,



And try to climb sometimes, in another ones shoes.



When darkness descends, the stars start to twinkle,



And for each new wisdom, maybe one more wrinkle.



Behind each grey cloud, the sun still shines



After a volcanic diatreme, come the diamond mines



In the depths of the ocean, a coral garden blooms,



Venus’s jealousy stained the lilys perfumes.



Inside a rust mound precious gold appears



And a deep freeze will bring snowflake tears.



It’s a yoyo life, with darkness and light,



Through each short day and each long night,

Not a single thing is born to be alone
Just so we are clear
And if you're by your lonesome now
You will find someone dear

The chin is where I'll begin.
Round, similar to a bubble, though able to touch.

To the lips, full and raw.
They say yours are a door to ones heart.
Together, the mouth that tells secrets and lies to keep those you love.

Jawline symmetrical like a pair of birds wings. Watch them tense then fly.

A check so soft that I need to feel it over and over to prove its existence.

Above, the nose, so you can smell the honey cinnamon nectar on me, attracting you like a bumblebee.

Then our eyes. Yours brown like melted chocolate and mine ice blue. They met and in that second I felt a deep and profound connection.
Faces.