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I know why we don’t sleep…

So the hours don’t pass as quickly.

There is something in this sweltering

…cold.
Something in this luscious dark.  There is something, undefinable.  Lost in the between, slipping between words and slept-off intentions.  Something gone, like clouds and stormy weather swirling in circles, breathing gold.  There is something palpable, and touchable, lost in clear skies that follow the darkest nights–tempests revealed in the clouds and cool breeze that pass [...]

Lets find ourselves wandering:

Tonight’s good for that.
It’s breathless, and husky, and lush.  Thick with billowing warm air.  If this were October, it’d be cold, but it’s not.  So tonight’s warm and the air is October-weather breaking, wanting.  You could feel where the cold would come from, but it’s not there, and I’m just lost for ideas, wandering beneath [...]

our roads are drawn

…in emo-hearts, and emo-lips pressed (as in) prayer.
we are all just waiting.

we ride the streets at four in the morning

…we wave at emo-kids as we pass by.