When you love, you leave behind. You have to let people go, because if they love you they will come back, but you cannot come back to them all the time, although sometimes in love relationships this could be tricky so learning about what do do when he pulls away could be essential to save a relationship. You know that you need to be the space between their now and their future and sometimes that is you, but not yet, you can’t do it that way so this is the way. You saw me lost and treading water, that and the walls were coming down and the stones that fell were raining down on me. Hey, for what it means to you to know that it will come back around again. Hey for whatever it means to you, everything comes and goes in circles. Stay and press rewind and go and press rewind and separate reciprocity. Whatever it means to you, circles are the new instantaneous direction of all points in time relative to this one particular point at time far a long we have come. Deepness providing for ground and pound face buttering techniques borderlining on curb stomping to the teeth may I remind you of nothing that wasn’t important anyway by this very line of reasons that comes as you are. I dig my toes into the sand. I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless and pretend that in this moment I am happy. I wish that I was here. I lay my head into the sand. I look for signals unobstructed the most obvious of improbable sorting monkey machine would find unsolvable. The world’s a roller coaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should only care where my hands are. I continue to grow my beard as fast as you are growing and am confident that I am not winning and excuse me, I’m having a heart attack. I might be experiencing a short life, a little bit more left, the problem is solved. Died and no longer are alive and with the person that makes me feel like infinity and beyond because I know how. My teeth need to be brushed and flossed, fizzy water and you were shaking me up like a fingernail making noise on the chalk board until it rips off in third grade. Who are you and will you be through? Yeah? It’s just a phase. It will be over soon. Yeah, it’s just a phase.
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing. Something is something that someone contrives. Your echos move me to see the real thing. You’re biggest fear will be the rescue of strangers it’s that way. Could you show me something I’m not seeing as infinitely interesting? Enhancements to the master of the lyrical disaster know no roaming bounds that can’t be pushed a little bit closer to where they ought to be and that’s what makes the world go round if you are big on correlation as most of us dumb humans seem to be myself included, are you in? It’s always better, it’s always easier. Give care and take nothing because you are taking everyone with you to the place where the cool kids are going because as you know, it takes one to know one and you’re glue. Hyperdynamic direct instigations and mythic frustrations fashion upon the young preconceived ideas of unspeakably attractive proposals that line up and seemingly get in your way, but they are the way. Breathe. Go ahead, I’m here waiting for you where you need to be. Relaxation is the station and maximization is no fantasy of the fabulously unspoken but perhaps there may be a way around the will that I have yet to discover just not yet. I like it rough. I like it hard. I like it fresh. I like it fast. I like it racing. I like it quickly. I like it open. I like it long. I like it rich. I like it vibrant. I like to dance. I like to make my own beat. I can show you how to escape what to me appears to be the blind in broad daylight but is really a figment of the imagination. These eyes are not. Water’s great! Drink up unless its salty and if it is then you might be where I am right now, in my backyard, grabbing breakfast at 9PM Saturday Night on Miami Beach. My Driveway is Lincoln Road. I’m floating out to sea, I marvel at the stars and feel my heart further my life out into the abyss of the blackness and here you are, floating down emotion drifting to the unknown.