trajectory the stars
East Village (Manhattan)
NY, USA
got the runaway vibes solo (again) reverberate for me baby,stay the night over and have my way with self concealed conception of pleasure sense to null the over dramatised exhibition of sorrow. now we are shrinking the to the soft purrs of animality confused over these social reports of ambition and trajectory to be moving on already moved on not coming back i don't want a coming back i want a moving through - a moving on of types - with you in whatever shape that need take for the moment and other moments to continue and endure the pain of relating physically i would talk more if our actions did not speak louder than and course the blood that runs through my veins runs through yours hesitate not on any course path chosen run the pack outlasts but the lone wolf has more range burns brightly in this short spark like tears in the rain
they love their horns and sirens round here an atmospheric play of modern symphonies helicopters traffic a cacophony just to keep the residents sound and safe the sonic backdrop to this is ok it's just us here where we are meant to be fail safe on top of the chain systems in taste and affordability to look after us and if we can't rest assured on the first instance no one wants the willing harm and death and the second that helps arrives, eventually/
caught diving off into the purpose the intent the focus the drive a solidarity in movement over these lands oh that's right i have been talking and injecting a perceived scope of things to come let us go and realise those endeavours with whatever ferocity remains to be mustered the motivational winds are calling in spaces to come and those pages unturned shall don ink el communicado whatever shall i think