drawn to the wrong things

in and out of curiosity

peering over the ledge

late to dates with death

 

dreaming of the wrong things

embracing my body

I want this experience

as days lose meaning

 

we’re pleasantly shocked

by all we see

as once again 

we learn how to feel

 

we’re pleasantly shocked

as we read 

someone else’s

life unraveling

 

we’re waiting for something

remaining comfortable

basted in fictions

we rub ourselves true