hustle bustle beat Beats beating mine and yours // Can’t read the words, worlds on my lap can see words, worlds once I fold the pages back // In love // movement moments momentum, pushing the day forward, heaving out brains and bodies from stagnant tendencies // Hibernation season over sprinkling empty shells with minds words kisses goodbye inspired highs // Pockets passing people pockets of life scoop in and grab one out try to find the key that unlocks twist to feel that *click* open the door into light washed denim and old receipts // Only briefly before they have passed me by pockets passed sown up with half my hand in half my mind in – ouch // A smile invades a face a giggle sneaks out sorry eyes locked eye // Move out of their pocket // Pockets passed by back to book peak round the corners edge.