Intimate

Feeling intimate Intent on my implement of setting up a date Between a spray paint can and vertical cement But, Like a butterfly I'm feeling pinned Between the board of my actions And the transparent glass of what I intend Somewhere between an artist and what an artist is supposed to be Somewhere in a nested corner you will find me Somewhere between whatever I was and who I can be Somewhere between discarded and set free With everyone talking over each other It's kind of nice to be alone Cuz, it's either that or the silence of them buried in their phones Skipping through the ads to hear another clone Home away from home, between some headphones Filling cones, getting stoned I am living proof I am living proof I am living