bathed in bass and screaming treble. nodding out heavy heads to the shredding beats, blown back by the wind from the open windows. my legs are shaking, my lips are bleeding smoke. i smell like cedar cologne and drafty cigarettes and my fingertips like whiskey and dark brewed coffee. this is how i'd like to be with you.
this is how i am.
a tiny bit reckless.
caged and tagged--always on the maps.
my eyes smile bigger than my teeth.
i drum my fingers when i want to move.
i whistle songs
because i'm too afraid of hearing my own voice to sing very loud.
but i love it.
and i love days like this.
i am free.
they can take me. they can take everything i have to my name.
but i will never lose my heart.
material shit doesn't bother me.
i'm into this effervescent way of living.
(when i die.)
(i'll return to god as foam; sea-green, frothing.)
