Back Lots, and Side Notes

Polaroids inside my eyelids. Subliminal cut-throats. I can't seem to dismiss these dreams. Drive through the back-lots and into the studios. I wish your perfume was on my passenger seat; you've blocked all exits.

I bury breakdowns to pass the time. Missed you while standing outside the Magic Kingdom. Took a look up. I'm always a sucker for a skyline. Breathe in a Disney morning. The lights and flights overhead. Sigh. No street will ever be the same. Your fingerprints on my moon roof will confirm. This is easier said than done.

Everyone, everywhere has a truth and a lie about you, but they'll always mix them up.

Thought about putting my hand through a wall today in a disagreement I had with myself. I came out ahead and behind if you get my meaning. I think I just wanted a wound to take care of as they seem to be easier to look after than either a plant or a dog.

DartsMapsAndFutureTrips... PretendingIDontMissYou