ocean wavesStep in. open and expose if you dare.Only a certain type of courage fits the puzzle. In the end, only occasionally will it prove an advantage.Pounding melody of deepest butterfly truths.Reaching higher and higher frequencies and stooping low to the earthly beats.Simultaneously.Contrast united in pools and streams of ever-changing gasoline. Drowning all the ink soaked plans.Bashing heavy waves against my brainonly to snatch it away when I have adjusted to the monotony.
rooftop smilesStaring in to a strangers glass you dont want to recognize the face looking back.Whispers of songs come through the doors and walls.Familiar music playing from a distant time that has no date and holds no particular circumstance. Only shorts glimpses of faces.We are great friends with the space of time each individual song takes up. A glazed over world in muted tones.A record disc bass line bent and scratched by the pressure of needles. Soaring, dreaming injections. Time depends on the beat of the music. Skip a beat and time skips with it.Unsure if what you are seeing are flickers of movement or just delayed seconds before transition. Shorter and shorter bursts. Each defying boundaries of a minute. Madness minutes.The land where everything is metaphorical and everything straight forward.Echoing absences that cover the skin. Broken head phones and trailing lamp cords. Pitter patter on the mind.Each drop recording like shaky first year film students. I wonder if