If this were us...

A journey
Air into the lungs
Back seat
Under cover
Hands held. To dance. To move. Just to hold.
A joke. That all smile and all contribute to, whether butt or architect
Caring more for each other than ourselves.
Tomorrow we could die and that’s a humorous predicament to us all
For that, none of us can be “trusted”
But who needs trust in a totalitarian paradigm?
Just do as you’re told, as peace is more important than freedom. More important than truth.
Venturing the cold as a choice
Remaining sober as a choice
Being high on life as a result

... Because life is simply the game you choose to play

- Sleeps

The painter

The canvas and page trends to see more of the soul than a confession booth
And on that canvas, I saw the devil
Almost passed it by
Subtle and distilled
Knowing a whisper is loader than a preacher, all it took was for the king to look the wrong way for a moment
And with eight minutes, my peace remain...
(The one have to me, the other have to others)

But post this moment, an old lady grabs wrist and says 'don't let go'
She was imposing and demanding... But also afraid
I couldn't stay and through specific movement of the arm, could easily release the grip.

The painter stopped me from passing and proceeded to lecture me on my ignorance asking with others who passed his work without detailed inspection of it.
I stopped, listened politely and agreed so much beauty in the world goes unrecognised
Infact anything you chose to focus on could share it's unique history... Even down to each brick of this city...
But I couldn't give a shit about his beauty, especially considering his goal of selling it.

- Sleeps