Perfect princess I think you are made of stars so shining and bright. Worlds separate us right now, you are so far away... or perhaps you are right here in plain sight and I am the one who is so far away. However I am closing the distance. I am chasing doom every step I take, every twist, every turn... I am getting closer. My lungs are out of air and I have begun the long ascent back to the surface. If I plan this right not only will I break the surface but I might even fly. The quiet, murky solitude of the deeper then deep held me like a womb thru the cold winter but the sun is out and I must come back as all things do. As the flowers. As the birds. As does the rain. As do certain stars.
It’s a fine day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just want a short walk
It’s a fine day
9 comments:
Yeah, withdrawal sickness is a bitch, huh.
Calming.
I liked this.
this doesn't feel like you.
this reminds me of a great song by Possum Dixon, "Your Emergency's About to End".
Well, Hermes - that evil RoboTom deleted it! Search luis.blasini@yahoo.com for the new one awready!
just want a short walk.....
i'm sure people think i could forget.
it's not like i am not letting go. not at all. i am moving on, making sure to move on for real and not just cover shit up. so i do and go and become. meet people, make love, discover old and new traits of my character (the only one that i can piss on whenever I WANT TO).
but in the end of the day
my heart keeps telling me
how i love him
I'm sorry there was a fuck up in the previous comment posting -- I was just going to say: your style is smooth but at the same time heavy with, I don't know, sadness. Like it's seen more than it should.
still. nice.
-p.
soothing effect
Well damn. Pushing three months here. Is this a dead blog? Are you writing someplace else now?
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