BANG Kiss was unexpected. Startled me, my brain failed mid-sentence and it’s still FaIlinG RigHT NOW! Damn. Her lips. Are. Phenomenal.
Like shooting stars. Brain
Not, working-right. Why? Why, this, happening? Complex thought… Too complex thought. Not doing thoughts right. Keywords. Process keywords.
Hope.
Fear.
Uncertainty.
Pangea.
Time.
Friend.
Girl.
Friendgirl.
No, not right.
GIRLFRIEND.
Still not right. Why’s that not right?
Kiss.
Slowing Down. The kiss.

Wait for 5, catch breath, collect thoughts. Fire dying down, reignite, reignite.
BANG. That was it. Gunshot kiss.
Fire in veins.
Keywords, back to the keywords, stay with it.
Love.
Her.
Love her?
Edge.
Nearing edge.
Talk.
Cheap.
This kiss is expensive.
And now we’re winding down.
Music.
I can hear music.
Not figurative, “this is nice” music. Whoops, said that piece out loud.
I can hear The Script, not that pop song about men with concrete feet. That other one, off the album, relationship deat-, no, suicide.
“Gonna use my heart and not my head.”
Damn..