tippy tappin...

loosening up the fingertips as they feel their way around. trying to piece words together with the tapping of sound. here we are again searching for the use to break through. oh, the feeling of keys felt beneath the fingerprints pressing towards truths. tell it as it flows from the deep waiting to be exposed. from times luv filled the heart to being so utterly alone. here in life strokes explain the twist of the back and forth attempting to gather thoughts. as the mind evolves in ways self comes with a guarantee to decompress with a truce. finding friends in the true definition of the come and go. as family drifts like tides to enjoy moments in the presence of home. time here doesn't exist, yet we live in cycles throughout days that claims it's absence. with the in between of changing from light to dark giving reality a short-lived breath that makes some sort of sense. as knuckles bend and extract to bring to life the purest expression of the experience trying to simply live. wanting the chuckle in the ribs to send ripples far beyond the taste of lips. needing without asking another to come along at some point to define a purpose to have them stay for longer than a night's fling. as the music play in the background that to the mood, clings. it's a funny place to be when the slowing down creates a sigh. resting for a bit to take in the trials and errors said to be storms that leaves the bullshit far behind. with sights set in eyes watching everything fly on by. losing the need of the hype as the settling seems to be the gift sitting still midlife. not too old to enjoy the now of giving a lil more than what emotions would like to do. having more patience in the makings of reincarnating a lil thing called hope. wondering if the opening up will ever endure a friend without an eventual end. as hands hover for seconds to wait on the next line to attend...