stop a moment
smell the air
insecurity has gone to next week
life goes on at the same pace
looked at from a slightly different view
and the stories that pass from your eyes to mine in a hazel second
have somehow taken on a tone of yesterday
the charcoal slips across the paper
a spark passes from someone's skin to someone else's
and all the secrets are a little less important
vague words mean a little more
or a lot less
what do words mean anyways
and the biggest thing that hasn't changed
is the smell of coffee on the corner
and how warm feels
on a fall day