The Most Sense Words Can Make

Time.
We have the ability to speed it up and slow it down. the construction of this concept exists only within our own demise.

We are not going from A to B, we are going just to go. We walk faster through the crown of people; Children on scooters, chasing, running, laughing, screaming.
A family outside of a restaurant saying goodbye. We are in the eye of a tornado of self-involved individuals. They are nothing more than characters in a movie.
Nothing is real
but your hand in mine.
I am slowly fading away from reality, every breath you take brings me back
to you.
Inhale
Exhale

A cigarette grows in your hand, smoking, now a breath of fresh air reminds us that we are still alive. Hold on to my hand, Baby you are fading away.

I am nothing more than a projection of a self constructed daydream.
I
am
not
real.

Under fluorescent lights we stand alone.
"I don't want to be here." I say and you push me back into the darkness.
"Someone is watching us."
"No one is watching." You say.
"Someone is always watching," I motion to the security camera attached to the brick building that towers over us like a growing sycamore. "it's the big brother!"
You pull me further into the night.
"No one can see us right now" you say "no one is watching, no one even knows we are here. The only thing watching you right now is your own conscience, your own thoughts."

We venture toward the light. Exhilarated by distant laughter I feel alive, truly alive.
"The donut shop, it's always open"
Nothing ever sounded so good. The more we talked about it and the more I thought about it I realized that was all I needed, that is all the world needed.
I brushed the ash from my shirt, I would be turned to ash soon enough.
The words you said were no longer mere sounds, they had meaning, just like everything around us. The donuts you said, would make everything okay.
No longer blinded by subsidiary ideas I believed you. That was all I needed, that is all anyone ever needs...
A
little
faith.