Mix tapes in the form of graphics. The city lights call to remind me that I'm still alive. At least on the outside. So flick them on and off at will. I'm still searching for pedestrian crossings in the middle of the park. Hopping cabs across the skyline. Don't forget (the/to) change.To be honest, sometimes I hate consistency. I live my life in the form of notes and scribbles on the back of hands and sides of fingers. Swear to stop falling in love, or whatever they call it... besides, liars turn me on. Just know that I'm not shy... I'm just quiet with confidence.
The night slides in like love notes under broken heartbeats.
I bleed with smiles and solitary 'should do's. Fingers pressed to eyelids; I'm lingering. Heads spin under imaginary gazes of nonexistent opportunities. Leaving fingerprints against your cheek again.
Sober enough to remember how this felt years before our eyes met. One plus one makes none. Two plus two makes through.
