hypocrites

this town is not sleepy

and yet sometimes i feel like we’re all under a spell

muttered latin words roughly translated into

football and

sex and

community colleges

i believe the reason i am so entranced by you

is that we both crave the same thing;

to  l i v e

and then all of a sudden i notice that tint of wanderlust in your eyes,

and i as well start wishing for absurd things like freedom,

and i as well am just a few galaxies away from

curling my fingers around a

one way plane ticket.

sometimes i consider asking you how wearing saturn’s rings

can come so easily,

but then from my lofty perch you anchor me down to sea level

and politely remind me that

plastic can sometimes look a lot like diamonds

from a distance

one last thing:

though we are dreamers, we are still human,