muscle memory training for beautiful sounds created
we could write very nice duets together
how could it happen though?
how could it happen without professional quality?
I am lost in a sea of drawn out opportunity
of broken spells and binding spirit
of beer breath and wide breadth
couldn't catch a glimpse
of our fate undecided
dye your hair or die
feed us to ourselves
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blue guiding light, burning up tea but turned off the stove top to crack open a lukewarm beer instead, something you could never understand and certainly never conducive to being creative, potentially the opposite but the melancholy vibes are accentuated. my heart pulls in different directions and I'm wishing for an honest conversation... she was shorter and skinnier, something out of a contemporary fashion magazine, against the grain of standard trend, though still maintaining a definitive trendiness, all of the glory taken away and the glare in her eyes was shared in mine, the same sun beating down and sapping us of our strength like blossoming flowers awaiting the spring rain for sustenance we will begin a new chapter sooner than ever and all advantages will be taken across the galactic fields, we were not meant to be together due to distance without easy access and the flight times change in intermediate sorrow, the vocals and the conspiring against, the late and unwarranted vocalization, and the noises made in bedrooms are indistinguishable from the mold as a whole, your pink hair and the idea of it destroy me physically, making my body weaker, calcium dust in the air, breathing in like an oxygen mask is throttling my face, insubordinate decision making skills, know how to bow down and take it when required, the truth is in the face of every liar, they wear it cowardly beneath layers of leather skin and black furry jackets, all spiraling down toward an appointed oblivion, the airways cost more than ten dollars, and our salvation can be found in the midst of an overcast day, filtering through like back lit snow flakes, each unique and crushing to the earth with a forceful velocity, what is the ocean but a series of drops? and the passion in each of our eyes, considering the sources of the most potent emotional weight.
how does it compare? an instant connection between kindred souls but with such a limited time frame. enough content to fill books of love poetry. a top 40 radio hit playlist, all sad songs to help those with current or recent break ups. the attitude of the artist with a megaphone, yelling things into a crowd... slam poetry in the bedroom. up against the back boards and without a comforter anywhere in sight, hoping that bottle speaks like you, like us, like me.... does it compare to the emotional weight of the death of an important friend? no. there will be no eulogy for this lost potential. it will forever remain as a blank possibility, a huge what-if, though still fully in the realm of possibility... if she wanted it or if he wanted it, all would work out much greater, all would be infinite. the what ifs could be answered! the scenarios fought over. shade the sun from her eyes, put your arms around and read sexually charged quotes from romance novels like the scene in any romantic comedy. if this were a romantic comedy then one or the other would prepare themselves for a surprise encounter while the other remains a mystery. in fact, he thinks, a knock on my door at this hour would be better than any wishing well wish ever made. it is cold yes my darling. we can stay warm with rocket fuel injected space heaters. we can stay comforted in each others arms. soft blankets smelling like cologne or perfume or pheromones and moaning consciousness in the late hours, simply sleeping on the first few nights, a shared space like the forbidden consensual love in the green fields of a Dystopian future. holding hands despite the enforced jail time for such an action. such an incendiary action. full of flame in the face of cold facts. the distance and never coming to conclusion. begin to reflect on the accidental nature of the meeting to begin with. all conspiracy for me aside. wishing to hold you in my arms but knowing damn well it cannot happen without some intentional plans... no surprise visit unless one of us has the wherewithal and television detective clues to reenact the situations.
fucking help us come together!
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contemplate christmas. recording schedule. where to spend new years in the pacific northwest. how to live freely in a golden tower.
