touch the static on the screen again
half a bowl of cereal left since 10 AM
fingers cold from holding something that don't hold back
scrolling through the thoughts I never send
the cord unplugged but somehow still connected
watched a documentary on time and I got wrecked
they said the universe expands but so does silence
between two people who reflect
philosophy books stacked like dirty laundry
Plato on the floor next to your hoodie
I read about the cave and saw the shadows on my wall
but your shadow was the only one that understood me
the sink is leaking and I let it
a metaphor for something I won't get yet
every drop a question falling in the porcelain
love as concept love as liquid love as debt
what if love is just a question we keep asking
no answer just the gravity of light
what if every ending is a new expansion
what if darkness is what holds the stars so tight
took the elevator up to nowhere
glass walls showing everything but what's fair
my reflection split into a thousand little versions
all of them pretending not to care
the beat kicks in like a second heartbeat
synthetic but it makes me feel complete
I was reading Kierkegaard on the train last Tuesday
missed my stop and landed in the street
rain on the windshield like a remix
every drop a pixel that the light fix
they say love is chemical reactions in the brain
but why it feel like something that the soul picks
the algorithm knows what I been thinking
serving ads for things my heart is sinking into
philosophy of mind on a playlist shuffle
I skip the sad ones but I keep on blinking
what if love is just a question we keep asking
no answer just the gravity of light
what if every ending is a new expansion
what if darkness is what holds the stars so tight