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Have I lost my sense of taste? I’m stuttering trying to control this tongue to not slur, but I’m lost amongst the blurs of your envisioned haste future. I’m trying to keep pace, but I cannot attain the words I desire to reach to your attention. I’ve become obscure of your true intentions and what you’re trying to acquire but your ambition pulls me in. I’m lost in the moment as I admire the beauty of your existence. I fear I’m not up to par to your intelligence and I can’t speak a single word. I’m quite intrigued by that beautiful vibrant curve of yours you call a smile. This bliss sensation cruising downtown enjoying these city lights to escape these shitty nights as we let go of all the bruisings, singing our hearts out loud to rid this disconnection. I would tell you we’re just friends, but I’d be a liar avoiding a lit sparked fire, this lost mission I would risk so we could exist. I would tell you every sense of euphoria I feel for you and this moment together, but I rather wake up to another unexpected adventure. And this city life with you I can live with everyday at the cafe’ the morning after to feel at home. The dream seems so far, but it’s this bright star blinking in my heart warmly.