chinese plastic

the jukebox stops, and a silence comes over the aged and dinge filled room. Our eyes lock as we feel a familiar beat and like candy we jump to make the room that much sweeter. It's time to freak out. its time to show everyone what real dancin should look like.

make it mine

"i keep my life on a heavy rotation"

skipping through streets crowded with people... each with the smile of a thousand loves. trumpets emit from the windows above. children running through streets with unabashed joy that emits from the streets with every step they take. eat it up.

after an afternoon

"... something in the way you laugh, it makes me feel like a child. Aspects of life they confuse me, you and your thesis amuse me... after an afternoon with you..."

play... move through me... roll with a voice that takes me back to a place that only now lives in my smile. Watch as the notes live in my eyes, dancing as they see the pieces of our life. My face is warmed as I can almost feel your hands on my cheeks.

"face to palm, tear to tear, mouth to tongue, heart to ground, okay well maybe baby...i am in love."

Placing the burdon on love... pt. 2

I place the burdon on love because it just seems easier that way. To give way to making it better, than to give way to what exists now. What does exist now? The claim that the fairy tale is at your feet, you just need to take the time to bend over and pick it up. Not realizing that it carries the weight of the world. If we want it bad enough our strengths are immeasurable. But when we place the burdon on love it weakens us to the point of failure. We champion ourselves on being that of the unconditional, yet we fear all that is not what we want. I'm at a loss for words that explain this challenge. The idea of letting go is a parallel to the vices we choose to hold on to. Constantly reaching across the divide - but never going back to take the road we saw once before.

Placing the burdon on love

I woke up this morning and that title was the first thing that came to my mind. I need to let it fester... its a good writing prompt.