The walls expand + constrict, expand + constrict. The blood splatters the ribs, the lungs, everything inside. The cold is replaced with warm sticky red, + the pulse that beat before is oozing down on the inside. You make my heart explode, in the best possible ways.
My body clicks, + I've come to the conclusion that that's the reason I like handclaps in songs; the clicking of my body is like it's own music, + handclaps are the closest thing to it. My wrist, my ankles, my shoulders, my hips, my fingers + my neck. They all click, + click, + click. My body has its own music, + I move in time with it.
I am uncertain if things are really looking up, or if my hopeful optimism is making me see shapes in clouds that are merely clouds, + reading the proverbial cigar as more than just a cigar. I guess we'll have to see how the road twists + bends in front of me, + where it takes me. "Just for tonight, just maybe we made it, it seemed like we want this."
Robot Love
My body clicks, + I've come to the conclusion that that's the reason I like handclaps in songs; the clicking of my body is like it's own music, + handclaps are the closest thing to it. My wrist, my ankles, my shoulders, my hips, my fingers + my neck. They all click, + click, + click. My body has its own music, + I move in time with it.
I am uncertain if things are really looking up, or if my hopeful optimism is making me see shapes in clouds that are merely clouds, + reading the proverbial cigar as more than just a cigar. I guess we'll have to see how the road twists + bends in front of me, + where it takes me. "Just for tonight, just maybe we made it, it seemed like we want this."
Robot Love
autumnfade:
you have such a way with words Liziefer
aniel:
my mind ticks to that rythm too