Macaroni in a pot, what sound does it make if no one is around to stir it? You play master chief when I just wanted a master chef. The sound goes silent when I dance around the living room, my youthful graces is the only flower in a desert, dry as uncooked noodles, left in the pot as you looked onto others. Sacred flows the broken promise.
Sleeping in, knowing the only thing you need to look forward to today is the bliss of sleep and the feel of the late morning sun bathing that one leg that can never be under your covers.
When you ride with the windows down, letting the wind flow through your hair and tickle your ears, with not a care in in the world but the sights that whiz by. You count how many trees you can spot, how many cows you can moo at, and if any return the favor.
And then you burst out of the car and you're ready to smell the chlorine, and let it sting your eyes as you try to touch the bottom, but only after you're forced to slather yourself in the ooze of sunscreen.
And this moment flashes before your eyes, and before you know it, you're back in the car, the water is no longer plugging up your ears, but dripping onto the seat and floorboard, and the cows have gone inside, no longer grazing on their verdant pastures. And now it's time for you to go home as well
Reluctantly, you slip back into your covers, making sure your one leg sticks out. Before your eyes close to dream again you force yourself to set an alarm and let the memories of your day lull you to sleep, as you wait for the promise of another one.
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you caress the cracks of my face molding the fissures into something more the caverns, you say, are landmarks just a temporary stop on the journey to somewhere safe
the bruises are dough kneaded into submission put under pressure to become something more
i am who i am because of this, i say. no you are who you are despite this
you cradle my past and allow me the opportunity to step into the future
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