Sugar rush daydream,
Yes, my body still screams
For the Saturday sunset, when you whine through your teeth,
That your shining star is gonna burst, you think your moonbeam’s gonna blow…
Can I catch it for you? May I serve to contain your seismic vibrations?
Or will you dissolve us into nothing, spreading our bodies far and thin, among the chopping waves of your radiation?
May I hold it for you? May I allow you to explode in my palms, even if by the process, we are melted and pressed into a liquid blending of our souls?
We crave the connection;
It’s the only direction
That we wanna go.