Buses and trains. Mundane but imperative.
Deliberately oblivious to everything else, I focus on you.
Heartless chatter and obnoxious banter. I don’t care.
The rattling of the train, the drizzling of the rain, and the inconsistent humming.
You’re my little secret. They don’t know who you are and you couldn’t care less.
I wish to see you, meet you, feel your presence. But you feel far away.
In a place so chaotic and bewitching,
In a place that doesn’t exist.
Everything else seems obsolete.
Wrapped in a sweater too big and an imagination too exhilarating, I drift further away from where I stand and move closer towards your warmth,
However momentary.
My indulgence has made you cold,
Yet the subtle movements of your fingertips seem to bring back the warmth.
I leave just to come back.
To constantly relish in these consistent memories,
My imagination longs for you. My persona never seems to get tired of you.
“I’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams
And it’s blue. It’s blue.”
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