because life is just art animated.

i drew a city with my old dreams,
shaded in the lines with our old flings.
perspective faded into the distance,
un(real)istic as it seems.
wisp of smoke, escape my hands,
elusive as a shadow on the water.
fishing line on my heart,
macabre art and for what?
you shouldnt play with yr food.
lasso a galaxy, and then tell me
that we're the only species.
midnight texting to sandman,
wishes dreams sleep.
darkness creeps up, stealthy and inpredictable.
scary and exhilarating.
say hello to three months.
goodbye to the rest of the year.
theres more than one way to go out with a bang.
dorm rooms dressing rooms living rooms.
its not as special as it couldve been.
something new. something old.
we're never going to change, so why bother?
sweet temptations from tinny speakers.
wax moons and silicone stars.
obviously nothing is real anymore.
the sun is tissue paper, balled up
for a little kids science project.
everyone wishes they could go back,
and some get the chance
in dreams and in words.
life isnt a television.
we arent a million pieces put together.
we cant pause, rewind, skip.
even if we wish we could.