the scary story loops forever untold sabbath stories of best friends and the ocean that deserts them five ice cream cones later all funeral thoughts are far from my brain, hunting for eggs in strange backyards. do they ever get bored with each other's company and search for a way out? the magical and mystical tales told by some random sufferer dreamscapes slide away down neighboring gutters, collecting rainwater trophies for hidden accomplishments.
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snap, heres another.
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if i could freeze time..or maybe just slow it down, i would watch the colors in the air change, count the many rainbow ribboned patterns that pieces us together. and on your face i see a pattern for a blanket, colorful and sad. but when you go on i will look to the stars and be comforted.
the build up of the beat carries my feet to wherever the urge pulls me. treetop butterflies to feel the soft earth and run in frigid weather until i overheat
(feeling is good)
yellow laughter engulfs the sitting spot side tracked but never too far off the beaten path. maybe no one will understand the love i carry around with me everyday for clever words, soothing sounds and city star-scapes. new shoes, cute strangers and the sound of the ocean. purple sunsets, no shoes and clean sheets. bare skin, chemistry and spontaneous song-bursts. singing on my bicycle, word murdering and brat-titudes. some people will never understand that i encompass the beauty of the mundane and the magic of defeat.
