When i think of all your faces then becomes the echoed night and stabs into eyes. Now taste that laughter. the saltrubbed tongues. where do we walk now? i figured i'd tell you about what you knew (but cant say) I figured i'd write down Language, but its done. so don't know what it is. Think about the thoughts. think about those thoughts. I don't care. I care. pass it by. feel the concrete beneath you tomorrow already can anticipate the air, dont you know better? I am when I think of all your faces, find it hard to see it this way.
