Quiet moments between the ones you count. You listen. You hear deals you will never be a part of. You think of you. Love earned. Hate sown. The life expectancy of your mind and the number of base constituents. Sixty sounds to every noise there is. You listen. Quotes dropped like trash. Wise words pitched like pick up lines for another empty night.

 

You bring coffee to those who serve, you just don't know whom. It feels right, but you don't think about it too much. They are emotions from the outside. Something to caress when you're feeling warm. They play out sharper in the real world. But you allow it. You give birth to them, but they become their own man. Happy endings that lounge by the pool, still trim and tan and always smiling. They don't listen to the news.

 

You think of drugging. Yourself or the other. Makes sense.But in the end you have to go back to it and be on. You bring it all with you. The next time a moment comes around, you use it. You try to find a way to make it all an asset, and not the liability that slows you down for good.