girl with the ocean eyes....
i am something.
covers loose, mind wandering, legs adjusting to quarter-aged wear-ins.
i am a stale one night stand you wouldn't believe in if you couldn't see my face.
and now is this thing i long to write about. but the words ive collected aren't there.
i am momentary. i am mind chatter. i am dulling blade of pocket knife. i am amber.
the childrens faces are walks i haven't taken. the bayside boardwalk is a memory i couldn't hold onto. i am ketchup squirts at an empty bottle, bored cigarettes, electronic distractions, fake fame. i am dewy decimal.
i am what comes after H.
the choice.
yes laptop, rest in my lap and tuck me in. every night. yes home positioned fingers, privileged and secretarial. yes cynical and pompous desperation. yes livejournal.
i was once a child waking early morning birds chirping outside the window, feeling free. if i could only bet on it.
please take me to heaven.
where my baby has a soul.
its about time, isnt it?
covers loose, mind wandering, legs adjusting to quarter-aged wear-ins.
i am a stale one night stand you wouldn't believe in if you couldn't see my face.
and now is this thing i long to write about. but the words ive collected aren't there.
i am momentary. i am mind chatter. i am dulling blade of pocket knife. i am amber.
the childrens faces are walks i haven't taken. the bayside boardwalk is a memory i couldn't hold onto. i am ketchup squirts at an empty bottle, bored cigarettes, electronic distractions, fake fame. i am dewy decimal.
i am what comes after H.
the choice.
yes laptop, rest in my lap and tuck me in. every night. yes home positioned fingers, privileged and secretarial. yes cynical and pompous desperation. yes livejournal.
i was once a child waking early morning birds chirping outside the window, feeling free. if i could only bet on it.
please take me to heaven.
where my baby has a soul.
its about time, isnt it?