High heels

My ears perk up at the sound, I can easily pick it out through all the chaotic clamor of a busy street, piercing by nature, provocative in its connotation, sultry through its delivery. It draws my eyes to the production of this sound, a simple conformation of aesthetics sets the wheels in motion or halts them entirely. At my most primal state i am still an animal, and instincts never fail to lead me to my prey, its free will that lines up the attack and courage that executes. Be my pray and ill chase your beauty through these streets, walk away and ill admire from a distance. The sound slowly fades away but never ceases to draw undivided attention, you must remember we're all animals looking to feed.

Late night

My eager insides churn. I'm fucking restless. Its been a long since my shadows followed me, I am half of the whole I once was. Another cigarette won't fill the void but ill die trying. Late nights, shitty nightmares even shittier dreams of lost but not forgotten joys. I'm forever pacing, back and forth, back and forth, why? Just to waste time, maybe take an ailing mind off the ailment? To no avail, because to love is to feel pain, and all i do know is I'm going to keep kicking through this pain until it subsides and when I've got the upper hand ill keep swinging till depression begs for my mercy.

Dreams suck

In my dreams I am a child, receiving the most coveted toy known to child kind. I receive this toy but I'm never told how long ill have to play with it, or even take note of the pure beauty this toy posses'. Then bam like a flash from an opened blind I'm transported to the waking world, with nothing but my brief fractional memory of pure bliss to tease me. I lay here half awake hoping to slip back into that world where my deepest desires are fulfilled but its not until later that night when I get to see my dream's muse again, leading me through dense wilderness into a forest clearing, hold my hand tight as I walk aimlessly towards her, my mind feverishly working to make her out, because for the 8 hours that pass in a heartbeat my heart beats uncontrollably for my dream girl, whoever she may be.

Thoughts from the passenger seat

I'll never forget the night of bright Espava lights and budding feelings, where I found myself falling in love from the passenger seat. Sacrificing my apprehensions for the promise of love. Isn't it so raw to be walking the line of possible disappointment with only your confidence and a few shreds of hope you cling to, to keep you going on track? But with love transposed through my finger tips I savor every kiss shes so willing to give me, just me, and in that fading beautiful night I was all she loved and she was all I loved, feelings that had not yet been divulged to my eagerly, ready and waiting ears.

I swear its all in your head

As I trudge through the perpetual darkness that is my psyche, I feel my means of transport growing ever weary yet never ceasing their now almost 2nd nature motion. I walk not in vain, but in confusion, trying harder now to tame my focus but it keeps escaping me. I can see what I'm walking towards, a beautiful and alluring light, as we know seeing isn't the same as understanding and that was my goal. With many questions unanswered forward on I go with uncertainty, how did i get here? Where exactly is here? But most importantly does anyone really know?