i wish you were the infinite road
i used to walk and invest my most serene evenings
i wish you were the pedestrian lines
that adapt to current filters
and varies from black, white and yellow
i wish you were the lamppost - sparkling
wires whirring
i used to rest my feet and hands
and shoulders and back
when I'm tired of long walks
and tired of my own pace
and tired of the time
and tired of the water
and tired of being tired
and i wish you were the my own shadows prying on me,
wherever i go
or wherever i reside my silence at
or whenever i assemble my self-made drizzles into
i wish you were the gossips
i used to hear, the stall
where people buy and fill in their
stomachs and hungry mouths
or dry lips and rich pockets
i wish you were my own silly musings
i used to play and hop
as i sleep and make dreams
or nightmares - always brave
and worst, always suicide and hopeless
i wish you were the night itself
eating me and the blackness of the empty artless skies and dying stars-
bare, as I understood, like what we are
an empty void, an about to explode star, unable to shine and talk to other stars and create constellation
i wish you were the honks blowing of anger
eager to be heard enough by the last in line deaf - playing deaf
i wish you were the accidents that happen everday:
inevitable and manic and forgetful
but is safely avoided of shyness and
love and warmth and care - full and bold
i wish you were the cool scent of cigarette i couldn't avoid,
but I like to avoid of danger
but you are unavoidable
i wish you were the banks i used to save my money
and insure my infinite affection and yearnings
i wish you were the beggars asking for a little piece of me - from me
hungry for something like warmth, shelter and care
i wish you were the orphaned child i met at the remote street
asking for my bugs and bees
my milk and honey
my cabbage and carrot
i wish you were the diet soda at the vending machine
that tastes the same but bring a varietal effect
i wish you were the keys i forgot and abandoned at somewhere:
always playing the lost tone
flat and trackless
but keeps on coming over
i wish you were the ancient story
of amoral choice and violence
that most people hate but I, I like you
and i wish you were not just wishes i made
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