slide.. no, i said
s l i d e and casual, yes casually.. finger tip around glasses edge, yours, tiniest sip, straw falls from lip cradle,
relax. glance around, stare into reflection
briefly, smile into them, directly into,
your eyes exist, in this moment, solely to steal their thoughts.
stand and your feet must follow carpet patterns closely, walk between diamonds, around lines, avoid tattered carpet simply because there is
nothing left for you to learn by walking a path so worn. watch.. faces and walls, the bits of swaying clothing, dangling shoulder bags,
children.
you are of few words, do not forget this. feel your lips move, do not speak unless you might effect a bit of human life with
the words that escape you.
live in music. every movement you make corresponds to a series of notes and lyrics and, yes, five bricks rather than four along a dirty window, you are to notice these things, simply because you can. the intricacy of fingers is still too much for you, but
watch them curl towards your palm when time stands mostly still.
you're playing you, now.. you do not have it in you to be, otherwise.