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Pillows & Pockets
05:50 freestyling verses..
Apparently, the day jumped a timezone, it wasn’t exactly what we had expected.
Early evening, overly lit and neurons were working extra hours.
The cardiomyocytes known as pacemaker cells, couldn’t set the rhythm of the heart contractions.
Monsoon crawled a few longitudes and started pouring on the West Hemisphere against all Einstein’s rumors.
Closing windows, closing curtains, closing half-packed boxes, half said sentences and half done promises. Yet awkwardly, it’s seeming to only occur inside, the east chamber.
Flights tickets are canceled or not, anyways day or night, calling Icarus for alternative routes, chewing some ginger roots instead of caffeine boosts because we better be sharp for whatever crash is about to take place, in another place in this Russian Roulette because physical geography is playing some tricks on this too lazy to read this highlighted by Stalin map.
Temperature drop, lips don’t sync much with emotions but rather attempting to spread some minutes like frozen butter on fresh rye bread with a tiny spoon for jam but we don’t sugarcoat this frostbite on the tip of our tongue that plays sneaks while we shut our mouth.
