Thank you, Stranger, for your theraputic smile.
ch. 4
Predictable.
They follow.
Nothing to anything.
Waiting on a bench.
Don't let them catch a glimpse of you.
Never.
Pretend you're someone else.
Someone happy.
Someone witty.
Something you're not.
But that's the trick.
Barely breathing.
Handinhand.
Hand on waist.
Hand over shoulder.
Hands are the keys.
To the hearts they're unlocking.
Happiness for them. Petty wishes from someone like you.
At least it's something.
Hope and hope that they won't, no matter what,
Fall into love.
Need to take things like this.
Happiness is based on all things like this.
This is slow. This is love.
Or, at least, you think.
You've been doing that alot lately.
Noticing yourself.
Brush it off and onto the pavement.
Stand upright.
Don't look like too much of a creep.
Follow.
Not exactly the material you wanted to go through the mind,
But it did.
Can't help the past.
Let your footsteps silence themselves.
Walking without moving.
Impossible.
But it goes on.
They seem to have a connection.
It makes slight sense.
But only slight.
Pay attention, now.
They reach the park.
Walking in dim light,
Always seemed awkward and frightening.
But not when the night seems to have abandoned you.
Forgotten but not really.
There but not.
No matter.
Losing faith in them.
Snap back. And again.
Let your eyes be blinded by the 'us' before you.
Is it?
It is.
They should know.
Stop.
Hazy days.
Get back to being blunt.
Walking.
Footsteps.
Is it love.
Mind over (they) matter.
Familiar territory.
And sounds.
And life.
Don't let us go back to being normal.
Want to live in this moment for a lifetime.
Wills don't matter when you don't seem to.
Where did they go?
Shadows ahead.
Trot faster.
Bus stop?
Be glad you brought a coat.
They follow.
Nothing to anything.
Waiting on a bench.
Don't let them catch a glimpse of you.
Never.
Pretend you're someone else.
Someone happy.
Someone witty.
Something you're not.
But that's the trick.
Barely breathing.
Handinhand.
Hand on waist.
Hand over shoulder.
Hands are the keys.
To the hearts they're unlocking.
Happiness for them. Petty wishes from someone like you.
At least it's something.
Hope and hope that they won't, no matter what,
Fall into love.
Need to take things like this.
Happiness is based on all things like this.
This is slow. This is love.
Or, at least, you think.
You've been doing that alot lately.
Noticing yourself.
Brush it off and onto the pavement.
Stand upright.
Don't look like too much of a creep.
Follow.
Not exactly the material you wanted to go through the mind,
But it did.
Can't help the past.
Let your footsteps silence themselves.
Walking without moving.
Impossible.
But it goes on.
They seem to have a connection.
It makes slight sense.
But only slight.
Pay attention, now.
They reach the park.
Walking in dim light,
Always seemed awkward and frightening.
But not when the night seems to have abandoned you.
Forgotten but not really.
There but not.
No matter.
Losing faith in them.
Snap back. And again.
Let your eyes be blinded by the 'us' before you.
Is it?
It is.
They should know.
Stop.
Hazy days.
Get back to being blunt.
Walking.
Footsteps.
Is it love.
Mind over (they) matter.
Familiar territory.
And sounds.
And life.
Don't let us go back to being normal.
Want to live in this moment for a lifetime.
Wills don't matter when you don't seem to.
Where did they go?
Shadows ahead.
Trot faster.
Bus stop?
Be glad you brought a coat.