Directly to voicemail
the line that curves and cracks
the wall in two and points
to where your hand is stretched
my baby, you're everything to me
when you're gone, there's no one
I'm just lonely
my baby, nI never use those words
but that's all I could call
someone as sweet as you
here and now
the air, the light
has burst into between
where you and I
we rest unfold
and melt like gold
I have no i/dea/d what's going on.
Born hopeful, haunted... at the least my melancholy mood puts me in the right place to start posting again.
The day has been beautiful. The taxi driver and I laughed with the windows down listening to free-form jazz reminiscent of a SIM(game) soundtrack. The wind blew my hair around but I didn't care.
I managed to get out of work early. I've been home almost 2 hours and I wasn't due to clock out for another 4 minutes from the time I'm typing this.
Expectations always kill.
I want someone capable of reaching into my chest... I want to see the flesh meld, push in, join... I want to see the veins in your wrist swell with the beating of my heart.
You're so busy.
I wasn't prepared for you to have a life already, I was expecting to help ease you into things. The part of me that's an ego wanted to be a stable hand for you to hold onto while you stumbled and pushed the fog from your eyes.
How Scandinavian of me.
Now I don't want you to come over. I told you Nick laughed that I'd actually joined the human race in this new relationship but it doesn't mean I want to be seen as spineless in your eyes.
I just want you to go out, have some fun, leave me be to paint or whatever until I find the rung of the ladder. Now you've called the second time waiting for BART and my emo faggot sensibilities just want you to say the following...
"I fucking know something's up... what's going on?"
or how about...
"You alright?"
the wall in two and points
to where your hand is stretched
my baby, you're everything to me
when you're gone, there's no one
I'm just lonely
my baby, nI never use those words
but that's all I could call
someone as sweet as you
here and now
the air, the light
has burst into between
where you and I
we rest unfold
and melt like gold
I have no i/dea/d what's going on.
Born hopeful, haunted... at the least my melancholy mood puts me in the right place to start posting again.
The day has been beautiful. The taxi driver and I laughed with the windows down listening to free-form jazz reminiscent of a SIM(game) soundtrack. The wind blew my hair around but I didn't care.
I managed to get out of work early. I've been home almost 2 hours and I wasn't due to clock out for another 4 minutes from the time I'm typing this.
Expectations always kill.
I want someone capable of reaching into my chest... I want to see the flesh meld, push in, join... I want to see the veins in your wrist swell with the beating of my heart.
You're so busy.
I wasn't prepared for you to have a life already, I was expecting to help ease you into things. The part of me that's an ego wanted to be a stable hand for you to hold onto while you stumbled and pushed the fog from your eyes.
How Scandinavian of me.
Now I don't want you to come over. I told you Nick laughed that I'd actually joined the human race in this new relationship but it doesn't mean I want to be seen as spineless in your eyes.
I just want you to go out, have some fun, leave me be to paint or whatever until I find the rung of the ladder. Now you've called the second time waiting for BART and my emo faggot sensibilities just want you to say the following...
"I fucking know something's up... what's going on?"
or how about...
"You alright?"