you have a lisp, its cute.
While you were sleeping in my bed and Dad was watching Sci-fi, I pumped my tires and rode. It was so smooth, the ride, like cutting Jello with one of the butter knives we've had since the beginning of time. Over the bridge, down, back round like an Olympian, through the trees of 5 a.m. to the cross, then to your park. I stopped and did some pull-ups; now i can do 4, 4, 3, 3, 3, 2 until infinity. My upper body strength has never been able to match my body (I'm 204 pounds, for Christ's sake!). I rode to what i used to pretend was a command center, and sipped the ice water that doesn't smell like eggs. It was like elementary school, after we would run an entire lap around the track, climb the "lollipop" (I had to do push-ups, again, inferior upper body) then jog to the fountain. It was a horse style fountain: three nozzles on a slanted tray. We had three seconds to drink while a girl would scream "ONE BANANA TWO BANANA THREE BANANA GO!". It was never enough, but today i drank a waterfall, i could feel life in my throat and my lungs cool. While heading back, a lonely mother bird cried for her lover with kids crying for food. She will take him back, regardless of what other bird bars he's been too, feathering up on Red Robins.
I think I'm losing my mind, my clothes stink from leaving them in the was for too long, my bike is too small, and my sounds are never satisfying. Insecurities linger and dance on the brain waves.
I think I'm losing my mind, my clothes stink from leaving them in the was for too long, my bike is too small, and my sounds are never satisfying. Insecurities linger and dance on the brain waves.