a-wake

watching you, stare at the wall. the big red brick chunk that separates you from the cold outside. I stare for hours, you stare for hours. Climb down from the sofa and grab me by my tie.
i fall down once again.
On the floor i hear the music you turned on, "like spinning plates", the live (and better) version. It is true, i'm really stuck here, with you. A little romantic figure only in my head. i guess all that slapping around is only trying to wake up.