Socks&Peas

The other day, I had a close friend stir up a question on who’s digging me at the moment and I honestly said no one. A: No, come on. P: really. It’s gets straight to the point and it’s a modest answer but I kept pondering for an additional seventy-two seconds and collected what i would of liked to back up my reply.
Everyone is always looking for the significant other when they’re on the look out. Eyes move here. There. All around! they don’t settle on one fish. They go in different directions to uncover the sensual connection. It’s casual and it moves and go. Constantly. Even if it’s just for a millisecond. Their ears perk up if they sniff something juicy but most of the time it’s only a phase. Nothing much to count so no one. I squint my eyes in disapproval to people who keep a tally. It’s mighty tacky and snooty for holding onto casual perk ups. It makes the insecurities wrap around your ego reveal and blossoms into da nasty.

Time, it’s nice to speak to you again. We’ve been working diligently together  and I haven’t had a word with you in quite some haha well you, Time. I’m stirred up this conversation because I have very important tasks that I’ve printed on myself and it’s time to take battle. It’s going to be dead rough. I have a handy-dandy notebook that includes my ambitions, careless drawings and most important, Checklist. Time, meet New York Checklist. Checkie, meet Time. I created him recently because he will be extremely useful for our future destinations. He’s legible, but.. doable? Not quite yet. Unlike the other sleazy-gogetters from the past, it’s not going to be simple to get into his pants. He got this whole particular order on how to pursue his entire heart.
He’s built from the constant bricks cycling in my chest. The breaths would end with an ache constantly and they would kick the bricks around in my chest with their fancy feet. Nasty chills trickle down my back and the unwanted touch causes the brain to signal multiple waves to the ducts and the eyeballs would gain up this watery crap that are most likely salty. They never collapse over though because baby, I’m vigorous. 
I won’t get a chance to have a word with Luck because she’s not reachable, but she’s there. I’m absolutely sure of it. I have faith in her that she’ll squeeze her charm somewhere in the brilliant future of mine. Do tell her my loving greetings! So, you have my words, and I shared a bit of what’s there to come. I promised this bad boy, Checkie I’ll check him from the head down to his toes. I gotta get him. Baby, I want it.  

With warm intentions,

P.

Bumpy ride but I gotta do what I gotta do and go where I gotta go. 

Block.