hissing or cracking noises

forces in equilibrium

uninteresting undesirables lacking movement, action, or change

something made him static

his distant eyes dreamt of a flicker

surely you must know this is about me

well my mind is open, encumbered, overflown with stew and rose buds

my heart is my best friend and he's been living in th clouds, it's warm there

my fingers are pulling me through this frightening journey

clinging onto this keyboard as it guides me

i heard his soft words in the distance, until they boomed through the clouds around my heart

i think he heard my music

not many do, myself included

he plugged his good headphones into my piano and his words, entangled between the wires, resembled notes between a staff

i'm so full yet so empty

the cracked tv sky is full of static, it's giving us a sneak peak

i've been stargazing at it, flickers in my eyes, twitching fingers, a cloudy ear

“THE HOT BARISTA YOU FACEBOOK STALKED DOESN’T LIKE SMOKERS.”

'You and I are Earth'