scratch the surface.

your words.

they mean more to me.

than you think they do.

biting and acerbic.

caring and the like.

in my head.

it sounds the same.

i can't see past the motivation.

can you really blame me?

blowing days.

past like a feather.

luminous fish.

spinning round like locks.

black lace.

again intention.

is this really what it's like?

maybe something more peaceful is in order.

your chatter is open.

your open honesty is not at all powerful.

follow the script.

and the world.

in the circle life.

intimacy is in many layers.

and you touch none of them.

isolation.

secretly while in the heart of it all.

i'll just walk around.

and listen to all your well speech of fear.

no more now.