a gust of wind disrupts the pleasant hum of bliss. and popcorn is popping on the side of the road, making it seem saltier that it really is. how misleading. observe the deep ridges in her fingernails, her vitamin intake must be insufficient. she just eats cheese and toast.
there is a mole to the left of your nose, and your eyes are wide. your cheek is pressed tightly against something you once loved. i see it every day, reassuring me that there is some hope for a connection. as the deep purple and white floral display drips down her neck, she squints her eyes, shutting out the madness that she has created for herself.
long cascading curls pile on my head. they're from a time when smiles were in fashion. certain sounds ring in my ear. do do do do do do do da do. sometimes i would squint my eyes so tight i was almost blind. all i could see was the red break lights ahead of me and the
white headlights to my left. the mind hoping i wouldn't crash, the heart was not caring at all, hoping for a little excitement. those sounds gently swaying in the stuffy air. familiar songs and sweet melodies.
shake it off. unzip your skin and re-arrange your insides. its possible.
