subtle monday mornings.
wanting to hear something simple
like the clinks of an empty glass.
a rumble of my own stomach
faint sighs in my breath.
tiny heel knocks from my shoes
the shuffling of my feet
and the beats from a 1990s song :)
my head's screaming Smash Mouth.
my fingers flickering Third eye blind tunes.
my feet swinging in synch with Semisonic.
my eyes swimming in Savage garden
and my heart ticking to Ever clear.
It's like washing your tongue with something dull and sweet.
familiar sounding..cliche and comfortable.
nice coloruful cotton smelling memories.
fantasy scribbles scrawled in my heart.
shapes changing with effervescence
ink blots smile and stretch across my skin
crayons cringe on my knees.
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