when u jump to different topics & not even remember how u got there, laughing about stupid stuff u can't believe u said out loud.
'cause it might meansomething else entirelyto you
still smiling at the thought of that latent spark in hand that can rouse.. practicing the art & trying not to spend it all at once. ;)
there's nothing sinister,
nothing deliberate about
the irony of how
easy it is to like
the subject of your
back-tap of the butter knife.
the ease of labeling
sides as bad vs evil
is blurred beyond repair
'cause the only point of this
really is complete
and
utter selfishness.
what a sight to see,such imagerysihouette of forms and shapes,artistic reverieit's a smile-inducingvisionary candy.
i miss that feeling of being connected with someone..
sometimes we think what we say makes sense to others the way it does to us.
tell.
whether you're off now. whether it's gone, somehow.
vacant eyes?
or cautious ones? i can't
but it's sparking restlessness in my part.
i miss my friend, you know?
that's all, plain and simple.
no decorations,
no complications.
just the person i once knew.