Two Hearts

Heart to heart, like the distance between the eye and brain. There's some type of shutter action and a daydream. Being young and American. A time when it was hip to hop with a little pep in your step. Walking on concrete, smoking for the rest of your life. Laying flat on the ground looking into imaginary distances with a comic book toothed smile. Periscope to the future. You could only hold yourself back if it weren't for dialogue. You can't build anything doing construction. Subliminal messages aren't real. Of course they are.