See the drops from the tops?
They’re lone and simple, torn apart.
Sea drops in the moonlight?
In this town they can only be tears
With breakdowns and uptight silences
Kept amongst, within, between,
And walking was not yet to say the least.
For thoughts came to it,
And there were days that should taste only by half.
Single tops, lost in the mist.
This heat makes the whole world wanna live on ice.
Steps heal the break of hopes beneath this fucking sun.
And nothing else brought me to this.
I had grown.
Grown the wishes, the dreams, the certainties.
I am sure now.
No distractions.
Don’t keep me waiting, I’m not dreaming awake.
Let it be wise as only smiles can be.
Don’t ever make me cheat the possibilities of destiny to wonder and breathe.
Never will I lose track of time, even if the body’s entwined.
Halts, breaks, losses and the tic tac of heart in the beaming beat.
I have no idea what to write about. And I’ve run out. I’m run down.
I’m keeping thoughts at bay.
Breathe.
