Strolling along

I’m free giving subtle glances. Started this morning wondering if the clouds would part from the shrouding and eerie mist of this morning fog that has got me feeling more groggy than drinking should lead me to be. 

Strutting down the street without any regard for my impression. Checking out what’s doable or at least leave me with some impression of accomplishment. 

I’ve got the temple cooking, looking shady, whispering, popping pills, now murmuring and suddenly smiling like Clooney. 

Breathe in and out, heavily medicated turning a corner and I find myself with a new story. Morning stroll has me picking at my rubber bands, about to feed a hungry little bunny killing in her dress. 

Stunning and suitable… visually interesting my curiosity begins to stir. Asking for directions provoking attention. Maybe for a later time thinking to myself; nevermind that. The deed already set in motion like a magician my seed is planted in our brief exchangement

Here I sit tit tat dribble goes the drip for my refinement. A sip of this latte in a local cafe I engross. As the morning air dissipates I stare past the reflection of myself in the glass to be humored by the latter we strive in, and quite perhaps a lifestyle obsession. Never attained, watching people pass by I strive to jive apart, maybe it's just my pride. 

As time passes relevance fades with age. And so I sit and write in hopes words can echo past my lonely-self. Sinister laugh arises from within prevailing as if a heroic. 

Miss understood goof with the look of a gambit sitting yet colliding to an energy as if running. 

She gives off a vivacity so alive it fills me like a drug in my veins. Misplaced in mid-day’s early afternoon. 

The sun’s warmth is finally felt I think I couldn’t make things more clear but flaunt has got a hold. Just met, yet I crave. Now I'm out in limbo stretching legs with. Got a little bruise on my cheek from her. Unfocused dumbstruck unforgivingly placed a carrot to feed on the clout she gives. Green like a field of four leaf clovers just my luck the highlight of this afternoon’s drowning sun. 

Taking deep deep breath’s. Out in the fading light aimless wandering entails as I step forward breathing out the new me strolling around with enigmatic ambitions. 

Slipping out in her late afternoon nap after accomplishing an impulse now considered a haze of an image. Night still to come. Resting so lazily in my momentary face love this phase. Euphoric I can hardly open my eyes; inconsiderate of this place everywhere is a maze. 

Who knows where I will go, still on my stroll reconsidering this beautiful provoking game. Living unsteady zig zagging never knowing when I’ll run into something to blow off my top. Until then this fever keeps changing like the seasons. Strolling, rolling, and grooving along in reverence banging on a stranger's door. Constantly fumbling in a bush of thorns I can't help but getting my heart torn, I'm just in too much demand.

Author's Note

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