an apparition
could this be the trick of
Friday night sleep deprived mind?
maybe, but you remind me too much of someone
i once knew at a time i knew not myself

an apparition
of a guy
darker hair but same dark eyes
i prided myself on knowing well
and i could talk to him easily
killing time with a few thoughts plaguing my mind
it doesn't surprise me that i treat you the same

between spewing indie band names
and laughing at sibling slavery
i make a soul decision to be your sidekick
because i believe you could fight crime if you wanted to
i could be your GPS to places of new experiences
ideas lost along the flight through buildings

laugh at this
but there's a connection
my thread to yours
creating a curvacious line through time
these eight hours of loathing labor
passes with the reading of Tote Predictions
if it were up to me i'd be speaking with violins
while you give me beats on the snare and bass

there's a crack in time that i cannot repair
but you seem to give me a chance to love what could have been:
the wallflower leaning toward the superhero
whispering a tune or two of secret songs like lost kids
under the steps of a slide

we are not the normal
we are not the common
and because of that
i want to hold your hand
and tell you everything