I’d rather write about something dark, heart whispers to the brain. Contemplation to the edge of nympo… just a little nosey wanted to see what was inside the box, caught in the traffic of the cosmos. Frustraions have me gnawing on the cloths of fabric, space and mine.
Do we need to speak? Are we having these conversations as we? think? Now on the daily, by the way how soon is now anyway? These mind waves go on for daze, encounters got my mind in a hazy spin.
Gazing upon my minds projection screen I wonder how much longer this can really last, sun fading screens. Until we meet for the last, true one to the half.
The thoughts of she and he that parking lot brings, x-rated dreams only it seems.