memory slip

thinking on a song, thinking on a dream, thinking on drumbeats soothing and telling me of pride had and left behind.. two twists to the left and i want to kiss my pillow and shuffle through half printed digital hiccups.. sun kisses my fingertips and through the diffused light i feel a day dream slip through my cracks, too bright to look away, too true to do much more than sigh off. somethings don't flow so well when reason and names are brought into the hush along and that's more so than less so and hearbeats repeat in the tropical rain soaked eve...
german wish purrs grace my hear lobs and a mistaken identity turns upbeat even for a moment when pop goes posh and unrecognizable. mostly though i think i've created my own language now. but this is all part of the afterglow of last minute decisions and split second snap offs, when you loose the ace in the hole and trade up for mystery and a chaotic chorus of strangers singing in time with words you never know.. save the universal... oh. yeah.
thought back on.
repeat clicked.
lighting up...
wondering if it takes more than a half blink..
seeing, the search even when i thought..
you've been the only thing that's been right in a life time...
intent
outsides
insides....
playlists.