city life
as i long for the lagging get away car to slowly approach my second story loft.. from where i am standing, i count the paces which seems so far from the people which stride along as if there is a tragic death lingering on the tops of each foot. the sidewalk ascends to the porch inwhich you sit upon on that chair, rocking away to a decent beat from your ever so convenient headphones. for when i sound out your name you shall not budge ..because i shouldn't be here and you're too afraid of painless thoughts, or recommendations