i've never been too good with secrets
The crocogator is slowly falling off my favourite mug.
It's slowly occured to me that nothing I say will ever do anything I do any justice.
But don't interpret my silence as weakness, ever. Even if I yelled, you wouldn't hear anything.
While you pass judgment on me, I slip out the door and allow you to continue ranting to an empty room that you are too blinded to see. I can't speak but I'd rather be able to hear and see others to make up for your lack of sight, your inability to hear.
I hear your words through the open window as the cool night wraps itself around me and as the stars fall from the sky into my eyes, I know nothing you ever say will matter as much as you'd like it to and I float away. The canopy swallows me and I forget the trivial pressures I find everyday and I am happy up here because you can't touch me and the grime of living slides right off, your grubby hands can't reach my face to smear dirt on it. Infinite knowledge swirls around me, seeping into my open pores and I soak it up like a sponge. My eyes are bright, open and eager and I can see you thrashing around, snake bitten and eyeless and from a distance, your bite marks and bloody eye sockets are almost pretty. Light shines all around me and I glint like a coin in the sun.
When the dawn comes I am weary and as the day opens itself up and spits me out, I crawl into bed and pretend it's night again while you bang on my door, disallowing any sleep on my behalf; resulting in bloody knuckles and sore fists for you.
It is a romantic idea but not at all long term and this is something I must find a solution for.
It's slowly occured to me that nothing I say will ever do anything I do any justice.
But don't interpret my silence as weakness, ever. Even if I yelled, you wouldn't hear anything.
While you pass judgment on me, I slip out the door and allow you to continue ranting to an empty room that you are too blinded to see. I can't speak but I'd rather be able to hear and see others to make up for your lack of sight, your inability to hear.
I hear your words through the open window as the cool night wraps itself around me and as the stars fall from the sky into my eyes, I know nothing you ever say will matter as much as you'd like it to and I float away. The canopy swallows me and I forget the trivial pressures I find everyday and I am happy up here because you can't touch me and the grime of living slides right off, your grubby hands can't reach my face to smear dirt on it. Infinite knowledge swirls around me, seeping into my open pores and I soak it up like a sponge. My eyes are bright, open and eager and I can see you thrashing around, snake bitten and eyeless and from a distance, your bite marks and bloody eye sockets are almost pretty. Light shines all around me and I glint like a coin in the sun.
When the dawn comes I am weary and as the day opens itself up and spits me out, I crawl into bed and pretend it's night again while you bang on my door, disallowing any sleep on my behalf; resulting in bloody knuckles and sore fists for you.
It is a romantic idea but not at all long term and this is something I must find a solution for.