La vie

Watch, as songs drift into the air. Past the turn tables, a fragment of a voice will call to your bottom lip. It is a wild shadow of a girl who never learned to dream. She was, though, once convinced that she had felt the very edges of a starry-eyed man's cloak. Daydreams never count for anything, especially considering she has fifth period Bio.

Excuse me, I have no reason to keep. You do little more than add to my lack of sleep. If it's talk, then talk; I see no reason. I have none, after all, to keep. Or so we say, indifferently.

You have no idea; no desire to inquire

..a steady build-up of everything I've learned to take in, so convincingly. When'd we lose count of the people we regret? You're everywhere, now, what am I out to do with you? I've finally done it. I've finally shot up every blushing pulse.

All the options in the world, and here I am..with a complete lack of feeling.

Listen;

I'm caught reeling, so regrettably,
between the annex of time and space.
Beyond the seventh seal
of a heart unaccounted for,
there is a drumline of nothings.
It is the third.
And the fourth.
And the fifth.
Listen; I'm stacking them up so effortlessly,
with no sense to care.
There are beats,
but none ever strike hard
right past the left shoulder
..and I have no wish to leave any mark whatsoever.
Bruised limbs, soul long worn-out beneath sheets,
they find all consolation in the lack of idle time.

She's a shooting star, that's all

Here's some advice; don't go picking a fight.
You'll be lucky to make it out alive.

It'd drive you mad, hatter

Secrecy..the open arms we find ourselves cradled in, when faced with a sudden lack of confident disclosure.

Watch yourself..I'm out to block the shot.

One poof of the waffle crust

Something wasn't right in the way that he spoke. She couldn't hear past his sentences, or read between his words. Nothing poured out like old literature and wine skins; nothing made her see oceans and galaxies of stardust and Spanish chocolate. He, of course, was perfectly acceptable -more than enough, in all her friends' eyes (and he was, undoubtedly, in their eyes pretty often)..but there are certain times and certain hearts wherein that in itself is hardly, well, acceptable. It wasn't his fault, of course..it is never one's fault to be born with that thing between your legs.