essences

I enjoyed the orchestra/though i don't really know how to hold a violin/yet a song or two/on a piano long gone/perhaps some of its traces still left in me

I'm a shade of red upon an embroidered laces/a vintage dress a Parisian wears/combat boot of a punk's feet/a malignant strength in a pretty form

I'm a literal hero/scratch a thing or two/minds are supposed to be mingled/words are supposed to be given

I see how you think/I see how they think/tired of being concious/someone meant to direct them to the right place

I could feel the cat/touching its fur against me/feet tickled, the thoughts flow