As I fall asleep I cry old sweet nothings, bloody from the many times I've wiped them away.
Drowning in my ocean of tears that sneak off my eyelets and seek to be spoken as they slither by my lips. Not knowing where to focus on and what idea is the one that needs my priority.
As my focus, transient... jumps from one point to another like playing leapfrog with friends and frogger at home.
Popping in and out like the weasel that sings from ice cream trucks to notify little kids that their daily snack can be lurking around the corner causing a search in chaos that only intends on giving the incentive they need to chase after what they want.
The jingling of coins that fill the streets, and the constant giggles and yells, the constant pounding of feet on concrete, the constant pounding of little fluctuating heart, going (heartbeat...heartbeat...heartbeat).
As my eyes make observation, the observance I make still don't overpower these thoughts that fill my mind and drowns out all sounds and feelings that yet can't fill a piece of paper.
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