lyrically or non lyrically, words told or hidden,
minds are still hanging with a click.
hoping things go easy like the stroke of paintbrush maybe.
running through chaos and crowd,
dodging sand dunes.
the illusion of a blooming flowers with morning dwes can’t be imagined to flashback of cactus.
smiles and giggles with terrible fears
colliding to sense the magnitude of thoughts.
silence comforting and awkwardness being blanket.
that’s how you gotta watch it.
tales with smiles and giggles ain’t stories anymore just a memories riverine.