one hundred four

12:04
for blue skies...
lips chapped,
skin tight,
fingers thoroughly numb.
those cracks in sidewalks,
running away from the streets i know.
pounding, pounding,
blinked away
alongside every exhale.
ipod fully loaded,
literally running in circles
but disappearing for hours
even if only in my mind.

[i'm not missing you at all]