perks

so these are the perks of going against the grain. spacing out in a crowd drowning in the montage of sounds finding rhythm in strangers’ conversations hearing music from the whispers and grunts and laughter. lips pursed words spilling from fingers becoming allergic to commas. digging into the foggy recesses of memory trying to remember the way your lips part when you smile and the way you make me feel when you look at me with those eyes reminiscent of something you can find ten thousand leagues under the sea and speaking of which darling you are out of my league. i miss you daily in moments before slumber and upon waking. and i can’t let this go because there’s nobody else like you but you’re out there and i’m in here and i am sinking sinking sinking and i am losing it. there’s nothing quite like staying at home on a friday night sipping beer from a can chainsmoking the night away listening to radiohead and watching fucked up movies fucking up what’s left of this lonely hour waiting for dreams of you to commence.