I see pictures in music
I hear sounds in picturesThe static feels like motion
And the motion feels staticI hear my feelings
I see the sounds
I taste what I the scent
The inverse is trueMy thoughts do my heart feel
But my, never will I overthink my feelings
That in my life is a sinOn a hot summer's day
My skin is salty
My soda is sweet
Cool sweat
Make my hot body wetHot in metaphors
Hot in realityMy eyes see mirages
A lack of action to them is a frugality
My golden-brown skin smells of youth
The grinding do I hear in my toothThe concrete is hot
The water is coldLemonade on the street
Be it Beyoncé or a little child at a stand
To me it'll be sold.
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BIPOLAR SPIFF
RandomDepictions of my truest expressions. Stories of my heart's deepest labyrinth Everything you read here has a physical, mental or emotional link to the life I live. So don't just read it Let it seep into your bloodstream Let your heart synchronize...