Love and understand

Similar stories, in a sushi bistro...on a Tuesday night. Your tattoos tell more about you than you will ever understand. I come from a point of view...obscere....sereine in its extremity. Something I cant understand. Another type of experience. I cannot let myself succumb to you although some parts of me want to all on their own...but you end it yourself....out of guilt you shouldn't have and places you would've been hours ago. You cling to me, and I stutter back, something about my energy....but that's not you. I can see all of this from afar. Letting you in was purely out of boredom. My lack of a Petra dish...led to the containment in a jar. Where will our night take us...people seem to forget the pure potency of a single night. The monetary value of a 16 hour period spent with the most random of character's on a roof in a city. Somewhere...could be anywhere. This scene will play itself out to you. The inspiration is what you come for...maybe you feel it. Maybe you are aware...or maybe you just find yourself there..either way can you argue.You both end up in the same spot. Is there then something to our futures? Not really. Actually ours ends more abruptly than you expected. The morning brings the sun, the realization that I have somewhere to run. The overextended feel of your spirit belongs to no one but you. I don't blame you and I cant judge you, we are all beautiful as we rise to face the world each day. Finding love is all encompassing...dealing with your drama and ignorance each night is trivial and localized. A problem you quickly mask disguise and don't patronize. Some days, I find myself surrounded, others at the north pole. There are things to understand about everyone. The simplest of ticks are the most important, the little things are what sail ships and leave the empty vast.