I see pictures in music
I hear sounds in pictures
The static feels like motion
And the motion feels static
I hear my feelings
I see the sounds
I taste what I the scent
The inverse is true
My thoughts do my heart feel
But my, never will I overthink my feelings
That in my life is a sin
On a hot summer's day
My skin is salty
My soda is sweet
Cool sweat
Make my hot body wet
Hot in metaphors
Hot in reality
My 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 tooth
The concrete is hot
The water is cold
Lemonade 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...
