I’m sitting here again, starring out at the gas station that continues to age, plastic build pressing against the gentrified street, unconventionally. I wonder if anyone else senses the friction. It’s lonely today. Perfect for a love story.
I’m still waiting to order my enchilada. Calming my appetite with lemonade devoid of sugar. I think I’ve come here everyday this past week. Same thoughts, same view. I like watching the people go by. Strangers. I wonder what they’re thinking, and if it’s useless.
What if I told you I wanted to lick your eardrums and daydreams? Until my fingertips caressed your lashes in such a delicate fashion that diluted all your teardrops into air…It’s lonely today. Perfect for a love story.
