smoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooothe

[thraindropse]

Hah!
This must be how mountains feel
with their lacquer finish
and melting history
It aches to revert
but I live for sounds
and lights
and names
and you in time
A drowning head
re, minds
me of what could!
be.
Too much space,
to live underneath
and in between
breathing atomic air
we share a little too much
but theories and contemplations
only suit
your best days
and your best shoes
my bare feet can't compare.
Words are waves
holding me together
in this Brownian motion
of
life.