clarity disguised itself amongst the background noise in my head by shuffle its feet against the sands of time and watching me get lost trying to follow its path…so over a period of moments…I couldn’t tell where my foot prints ended where its began…the lost cause was never found…the disgusted…
pictures of you seem like mirages…glimpses into my imagination brought to fruition…you cause friction in my diction so I end up stuttering when we’re talking…and walking with a slight limp because I replaced your name with basic involuntary functions…there’s nothing perfect about you about you…but…
show me what makes you levitate…I’ve seen your feet leave the ground and bind themselves to the openness of air…straddle nothing but the absence of stability and poise themselves between ascending and falling…I’ve seen with my own eyes…a weightlessness about your being…is if you were possessed by…
