typing away feeling the groove wishing i had some other task to do. in a trance from the beat behind the screen and finding motivation in the space between- hoping for something different while stuck with everything the same- clinging in vain to the thing i need to let go of- Love the ghost in memories past and watch it wander out of view- touching you, these things filter thru the holes in the wall i put up- tenderness remembered when nothing else makes sense- feeling is dense and intoxicating- addicting and overwhelming in such a calm and relaxing way. Needing to go and play- lost in the corners of my mind and trying desperately to find the bottom of my glass- like a thursday night in years gone past being carried home. I begin to roam on a wave of blue seeing orange clouds in the green sky. touching me i see that clearly is overrated and moment to moment is how i need to live it. why is it when i'm near you life is better- you're not alone and your mind is open and here i find that peace is possible and that i am capable. take me home and in time you will love me like water flows, natural and without thinking you will be a part of me true and unyeilding- an extension of souls intertwined in rhythmic synth lines being streamed from giant speakers.