Where to begin is the same place to end. The sky has no fine line. It only reflects brighter seas from sharper suns. It's a running joke that if a conversation has to do with anywhere, I've probably had a related job.
It's a running rejection until success intervenes.
It's a fleeing heart until a faster and more beautiful ticker catches up and ties it down.
It's a dashing soul that has no home.
I found you at the bottom of a well. Treat me like a symphony. Wonderful that you care. Freak out like an ego. Dance like Tokyo. Put on the bowler hat, make a funny face, and swing an imaginary Charlie Chaplin Cane while speaking like the Dickens. One lemonade stand that keeps me fed. One drunken tight-rope walk with fate. One contraction after labor pains. A mad scientist with a calm vision before the storm. Speak to me devil. I've listened and I've lied. You take advantage of my honesty. A sweating body. A moving mind. A shifting tide. A ride. A drive.
