Nudge

I forever dig deep and take a leap of faith to keep shallow living at bay I constantly contemplate what I say and if I don't mean it can't feel it can't put my money where my mouth is then it won't roll of these lips for hearts worn on sleeves are a beautiful thing and a delicate matter bring your bare bones to me and lets shatter the shield to reveil what is true- the deep multi-faceted fluctuations

of you.



And in the process I will do my best to protect what our connection reflects because our depths are intertwined and the shadows in my own eyes may be the only way to glimpse the insides that you hide before I confide
my very own diluted versions of fuck offs and turn ons

along the way.



We try to keep pace achieve some sort of tandem but the random (yet somehow routine) pristince presence of worry doubt and -well what about?-  eventually errode even the grandest adventure into a broad expanse of low and here we go to and fro for so damn long we aren't really

sure anymore.



But lightening strikes again and we fight to defend this dopamine over dose as perscription notes written in the dark pose a conundrum to anyone dumb enough to deal with dealers dealing hope.



Nonsence is the best sense to make when they've given you less than you take you break away

and draw a new line.





Time to prop the bicylcle up and erupt into the street in cool calm reassurance
that you are riding somewhere
just beyond that setting sun
one more day
forever.

And you just keep riding
keep digging
keep drawing the next line

and crossing over
again and again

until one day you notice
the grass is getting greener

on your side.