Not If, When.

Purple paints and ticking clocks.

Are not enough to satisfy even the most practical of minds because

I'm young and dumb but eye have Is and

I've sensed the roots of recklessness.

Outstretching oceans with high tides,

and handsome men with low slung guns.

Stories that make movies look anticlimactic,

bundles of lazy days with plot twisted endings,

moments that make you reconsider that self pity that stays locked away.

 I blur my eyes and cross them a bit but then all I see is purple paint so I

Sigh

For now.