_cutie is calling_
The warmth of the Western sun hits my face
and your hand grips mine
Smiles flicker
The cool of serenity drips into me
because you made the train
Tears roll
a hot tub, a car ride
Stone cat, beach cliffs
_Connection made_
The call continues
anger seethes
misunderstood sadness
mute buttons do justice
_Your connection is too poor for video_
worry and regret
depression consumes
_Your connection is poor_
Serotonin release, THC increase
BUT THE FLASH OF A SUNSET
keeps my mouse on the recall button
a dock, no tigers
"Can I help you?"
"Fuck off"
we both ask for the box
"Listen to this song!"
"You're a whore"
A skateboard with permanent scars doesn't stop us from living
from moving on
“See you later”
_Connection, lost_