flashback to a day that you can't pinpoint. warm rain and it is still april. so many sentiments to exploit until your head is level. saturdays suggest what it might be like without the weekly schedule. i think i'm failing but i don't care. starting to miss people. nothing seems as concrete as this crowded walkway under our feet. i can't hear at all. the smell of asphalt makes me dizzy/ i am in a haze that i can't escape but i feel far away so i can't complain and i don't want to crash myself into anyone on the sidewalk that i would rather not stumble across. cross sections of you as seen by an old friend; nothing but half-truths could come out of here. when i say that i won't sweat it I really mean i will shed tears. nothing seems as concrete as this crowded conveyor-belt under our feet. i'm in a state that i can't explain. i don't want to crash my self into anyone on the sidewalk that i'd rather not get scraped off of. things are going to go back to normal.