sunrise

it was never explained...it can't be. three dots to put them out there. Pause, transgression and the early aggression of a time well spent. after hours spent running around like the party zombie.
One case of blu becks. One round of the hoolsbeck and you and I and run on sentence we could never decide. clip trop, back drop it's the soft orange glow of a scene never seen. I can count on my left hand how many times we talked intimately with one another. The silent secret of our secret embraces. let's run to the mountain let's run to the top. We bear witness to the traffic streams of our own children that we imagined one day. I can never say or never believe that we had crossed these paths in a time earlier said than done. you told me they were low fat nuts, but in reality it was all just a bag of nuts. Jet stream, blue stream, and we lived in a trailer by the see. You and me forgot not what we have not and continued in this brutal stream. Never enough is it what we said in between. I want to hold your hand, but only in the virtual world. I can see you slipping, but I'll be there to catch you in this wholly done ridiculous world.