a little thing.

Sep 21, 2008 22:38



Cold days in October (almost), beginning of the world year bright sparkling sunshine drops melting down your fingers always makes me interested in everything. Untuned between the bars miscellaneous music always blares my thoughts through my mouth at you in hopes that you might like me. Maybe this time it would work, maybe this time, or this one, but whenever we did get the same frequency I let it fall to the ground in hopes. I’m too scared for reasons beyond my belief that you’d remind me of them later; incongruous depths of mouthed words, sounds, vowels, beings, unraveled into silver strands of stricken influences and indefatigable urges of embarrassing pursuits. Maybe this is poetry, maybe that is poetry, either way I’m too confused now to remember and insurance on this instance would be quite nice, though fleeting. We rolled between these big large beasts on the tracks like children in between boulders to climb them high enough and try to see our house. To the left was the lake; to the right was the parking lot. A lot of everything in between, me and you and the other one with high hopes beautiful spirits and music tapping through our soles.
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