pure undie saints

slip back a little further than you remember clearly, to cold fingers and stopping the world for a second of brightness

sound flutter tweeting saturating you never thought you'd be able to listen again and here it is familiar like a warm bath and that afternoon on the hill

last precious moments nearly laid to waste as the fog fought to win the day sitting in the darkness with a cue and clan figuring out how to navigate the circumference of the next step

you were in love then

and you're definitely not now

and you miss those days but not that feeling

now isn't that strange

and you wonder how it is for the rest of the constellation

you wonder if it will ever be like that again

though you know it won't because you like the smell of the demon and the taste of those lips left on the filter in a way you will never be able to walk away from

and the funny thing is you've become what they were and the song in the background is the last laugh of the whole scenario because you would have never understood.

you wouldn't have believed your eyes.

do you now?