tapping my fingers at your stopwatch

voided smiles, no validation in a candlelight. as rotten as hot sweaty apathy in the simmer of summer. twist and turns carved up the wood and the road went unnoticed. muttering in the silence that somehow I became my favorite capricorn, stargaze. as plastic as the last time you checked. ribcage celebration- erect a fortress around my heart. ford the Rubicon. face the timelingers and frantic realizations that it will probably happen soon. and for now, I am just waiting...