round the block.
rock the textmessages.
to ghosts unseen.
to devils only dreamed.
new songs and new wrongs.
I capture the carve.
with the kick and the push.
plenty of stoplights and bushes before.
not a kid anymore.
not by a long shot.
a rock fall ends elbows.
especially for a UX/UI writer.
but I will never stop.
especially when the night calls.
to get out and tip top the stars.
underneath it all.
free, and I want to explore it.
hurry, this your last chance to be young.
this, is what I tell myself.
behind a Publix.