Waiting on numbers via circuits while hiding behind bar codes. Checks and balances. Sealed lips have been acting as a thundercloud, accumulating and preparing for a sudden and brief release of energy.Throat, wallet, or head. Everyone is expecting the best. Until now I've only been barely able even coax out the worst. The best years of our lives. No longer dashing between or cutting lines. Pens hitting lotteries. Private trusts and the truth are finally adding up.
Sunshine eyes, chasing sunsets. Let the stars guide you home. They belong to the streets.
Toes numb in the damp grass. Walking my best friend. I've been wishing on the second hand, and now I'm wishing for dead batteries. Consume the moment. Trust the beating of your heart and the tapping of their toes. And aren't the budgets always bigger for the sequel?
