Too naïve and ambitious for my own good;

My converse boots too big for my own ‘hood;

Kobain eyes, Johnny Walker smile;

Irrational as hell, yet making perfect sense.

This will end me, for sure?

Keep it simple they say, keep it straight. Think in present tense.

I hear but never listen. I plunge without consent.

The way the artisan baker looks at me at the farmer’s market. That kinda love.

The way the waiter shyly smiles when I thank him for my Chardonnay. That kinda love.

The quick and crazy enamoured glance of the student sitting across from me in the train. That kinda love.

Anonymous love.

Pedestrian l(over)

Oblivious. Love.


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About melfunktion

Love child of a lover & a thinker, elegantly flawed, anti-socialite, curious, purveyor of Africanism, a life seeped in music, unashamed soliloquist, androgynous feminist, always dancing on the inside, flowers in hair, heart on sleeve, breathe to create, create to breathe, perpetual goofball, graceful klutz, stars & scars, beats & bars, just a human, being.

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