i can feel a hot one or the days back when i had real fun.

[jobs_schmobs]

these buildings have eyes,
and the capacity to see.
all these windows, all these lights
all the people living inside
too tiny for me to notice
much less the world.
all the dots, all the tiny specks
mean nothing to me.
but they should.
behind every blinking pair of eyes
lies a brain that thinks,
and below it, a heart that beats.
this is something i cannot wrap my mind around
and probably never will.

it's always the second kiss that seals the proverbial deal.