Let's set the lyrical closeness of diction aside. Let's burn the rhythmic vibration of your voice over raw lips in hopes to erase the sinless souls innocence. Let's rip apart flaky papers and break ink filled pens in the plate of its center. Let's play Russian roulette over our freedom. Let's create half moons on full moons, like two fools standing over vital reasons of old youth. Let's get back to the rich essence of what it meant to spill over quintessential hopes to be you. Let's watch as the sun shatters into the night, speckled over the darkened landscape, spectacular spectacle as special as your essence. Let's witness the rain fall in the midst of an open city. Watch as time slows enough for you to bare sight on vulnerable drops glimmering in mid-air before flying head first into the concrete. Forgive my intrinsic nature to collapsed obsessions for outstretched dreams on burned sheets of papers. I only bare the two cent of my sense like forgotten but cremated amends. I only bare the change I fold up in my back pocket//