(no subject)
at some point realizing you k[no]w longer belong to me (and, oh how cliche!,
that you never belonged to me).
let's will up some sort of resolution and fuel up rocket powered sneakers and hop about the continents
let's us, meaning me alone, and all the frions in my head
counting days, now six, now one hundred and eighty two
and kicking feebly through a glass mirror that doesn't reflect and isn't there.
this isn't all that bad. you say.
did u expect it to get any better. you say.
wishing willing green from spring days a few years back
and still counting, now 5, now 181
you aren't as bad as you could be i suppose, i mean you are here anyhow.
exactly. but i have to hold your face in my hands and i can't direct your eyes.
cracked streets, dirty sneakers, all out of jet fuel today and just enough change to get on the bus but not enough for a transfer so I walk the last twelve blocks.
that you never belonged to me).
let's will up some sort of resolution and fuel up rocket powered sneakers and hop about the continents
let's us, meaning me alone, and all the frions in my head
counting days, now six, now one hundred and eighty two
and kicking feebly through a glass mirror that doesn't reflect and isn't there.
this isn't all that bad. you say.
did u expect it to get any better. you say.
wishing willing green from spring days a few years back
and still counting, now 5, now 181
you aren't as bad as you could be i suppose, i mean you are here anyhow.
exactly. but i have to hold your face in my hands and i can't direct your eyes.
cracked streets, dirty sneakers, all out of jet fuel today and just enough change to get on the bus but not enough for a transfer so I walk the last twelve blocks.