excuse moi

excuse moi mon french. ah. the french room. excuse me, can i pass? for so long now I have walked past. the french place and i hated it when you pimped it out to your cousins, my yeah, rivals? nothing, a reverie, and a rewinding tape. listen, there is something else out there? beautifully creating. it's vast, yes, and a raw crouchy voice that lulls me into other beliefs. like her voice slowly caresses my lips and turns around, waving me almost to come. along. did I wish that? i don't remember.
a could this just for so long. but it will wear out like my old brown shoes. first the left side and then the rest. new york, once so far now so possible. a thousand life times, ahead, back and right now splintering before my eyes. light blue, smells and sounds. you know, once upon a time there was a girl, eating nuts in a tree with her friend and now she is longing. i mean that. contents: longing. consists: out of longing, foo!
and i could snap for air when just thinking about all the lives you must have lived. someone else's for that matter,so so. walking up hill and down hill in san francisco. hurt, to think of you there, broken and strong and fucked up and fucking up and living a life and there was it's own happiness and justifcation
veils of tear covering my eyes and you always so near. skin, on skin, all in my mind. i remember when you held my hand, so damp and cold and i wished to be gone because we couldn't have been further away from each other. and now you are so away, so away, and all i feel is your touch and your eyes and your words and your golden heart and your hands, sinking into my skin, in, in.

funny how reverse universe works.