Sitting on my ass, watching palm trees grow in a distance.
Fireflies passing by in an instant.
Smiling to familiar faces as an infant.

Elevated above a cuban garden.
In a germanic accent he tells me he's mentally retarded.
Feeling obligated to disregard it, but a few mojitos down we don't know who started.

Now and then we don't speak, we digest the silence.
The countryside is peacefully innocent while the thoughts are brutally violent.
"Do what thou wilt" is mesmerizing as we fall deeper in love with local sirens.

Barking dogs and mosquitos.
Boring and stupid people.
May the gods strike us down if we become similar to them or even equal.