TICK tock

til the shit hits the fan
and what then?

to the previous superficial friendship through a common friend
what will happen?

certainly there will not be a return to that past platonic-ness now that summer
and the loneliness and the excitement and the, well, heat that it brings is here and

has claimed us for its toys.

surprisingly each added day doesn't bring about the obsession or attachment that
i usually freefall into, instead the ticking clock that is

everpresent in moments like these
stolen and hidden and exhilaratingly exhausting
nights

is ticking not really serving as a warning of the end of this normal insanity but
each second ticked off is added to the list of seconds spent in suspended reality

and prophesies more seconds to go.