Dew by Design.

I am always sleepy but I can’t sleep. I’m looking for something that only surfaces in my dreams. I’m looking for a love that loves me so much they don’t wanna share. There is so much behind these eyes that I keep them down. It works. Focusing on parts instead of wholes. Giving only what is asked and nothing more. Hiding behind these words I manipulate so well. Choosing deep thinkers to read my deep thoughts hoping they realize I’m still cool. Especially on hot days when my skin is smoking and my mind is racing looking for a way to escape these thought and just fucking laugh it all off.

I was invited here though and I know it would be rude not to play along. I could step out side this box I live in and charge admission into my life. But wouldn’t that cheapen the mystery?

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My fingers stopped moving which means my mind ran out of words. So now I ramble on with random phrases that seem to make sense. But its just me cascading along these lines of communication in hopes someone sees thru the next brick to bust and catches me mid-fall, pulls me close and says “hello”

iamdew.