Weeds growing on well-worn paths

Hanging from these strings is overrated.
I'd rather be hanging from your lips.
I only want to climb skyscrapers with you.
To wake up from a dream while never having gone to sleep.
This seed of happiness lay dormant in me.
Awaiting the sunlight that is your smile and the minerals of your mind.
Let me grow up and flourish and keep winter away forever.

I'm imagining skylines at night from a bedroom window.
Bridges and bright lights from a backyard.
Suburbs in the shadow of a great city.
This view of the future is like a two way mirror. Soon I'll see what's really on the other side is just everyone laughing at my brief optimism.
I'm always going, but can't help coming back home to feel safe.
Crossing my fingers under umbrellas in my room.
No such thing as luck. Good or bad.
Locked up my conscience years ago.
It only comes out when it's convenient for me.

Early mornings are late nights.
New thoughts are just recycled from old material.
"The last good thing about this part of town..."
I need to pull over, I'm driving myself crazy.
Maybe I shouldn't pursue engineering, it seems all the bridges I build just burn down in time.
Cremation might be better, I'm used to these ashes.
Tie me to the bumper with some cans to celebrate the newlyweds.
'Do you (mis)take this man...'
Hope he's got a good grip, that's gonna be one hell of a threshold.

(dm)

Scooters

Yesterday morning was my favorite kind of morning. I woke up and walked down the hall to be surprised by the snow covering everything outside. It's a great feeling like I'm a kid again. It only works when you're not expecting it, though. But now, as is life in New Jersey, the snow has melted and you wouldn't even know it was there yesterday.

I miss some of my friends.
Maybe I'll see them soon.
Hope you're having a good VD.

dm.

Something to fall on deaf ears

"The world is spinning by, yelling out for him to come and join them. But his ears are covered and he can only watch their lips moving with half-open eyes. He is awake but the scenery is dreaming past. Eyes pierce his skin, bleeding doubt on his hope. Early for something, but late for everything else. Growing up is growing old. He watches the colors blur together as he sits in a spin of reality. Out of focus, the picture blooms into what could have been. 'What if's' and 'If only's' scream loud enough to hear over the music in his ears. He thinks maybe things could have been perfect for them. The afterlife is just an afterthought. It seems too easy to let everything keep going by without reaching out to try and get a piece of it. He stands up, head spinning, and slowly accepts the hand of someone outside of his solitude. He takes off his headphones, content to make music of his own."

.afrozendream.dm.