Another night

searching for a face in a sea of people i’ve never known.the allure is intoxicating with curiosity and feverish wanting more for myself,biting off way more than i can chew.they joke and play never known their sought,at least i think.sincerity provoking the underlying message was lost in translation.we confide in our ceilings another night.

staring is impolite..waking up like laundry feeling warm,clean, just waiting to be soiled again with more ideas that force you to take another step farther from grace.the night calls again,we answer like we don’t know whats coming….oh but we know.rearranging our words like to slip anagrams of what we would really like to say.like worlds crashing we hope to ride into the unknown and chase everything making it right in our eyes.

from every word that is learned comes the want…is that their face?no,but the visual imagery is consumed with desire stepping back to our childhood for just a moment pondering on the fetishes we hold dear but hide away from all…the bright red numbers explode through the room.we hide our eyes but the noise will always chase us…everyone.

the shadows cast something special showing us the ways we have set aside for ourselves. there’s always two shadows…someone bumps me.the crowd has got bigger with each passing moment.what comes next?sore but no pain….damn i’m a monster.peering out searching for eyes like mine.the music stops.yet another night,the morning ritual changes