Running for the door.
I have the same email, screen name, lj name, myspace name, as the day I got them.
I'd have the same address and phone numbers if I could, I suppose.
Unnecessary change. That's what I'd call all that garbage.
I'm hugging a broken wooden plank from a broken sinking ship, just watching it drift away. It's all relative and I hate open water.
This time, it's the red sea of a wine glass.
Trapped in the center, far from an edge.
I'd like to get out and just run my finger along the edge of the crystal, just slow enough to resonate that eerie tone.
Turn around and drink what I was drowning in, champion it all.
Maybe smile a little...
For me, I like to write. I like to watch movies that make me comfortable. Ones that challenge me to feel something. I'll sit around at night and dream that I've made it somewhere.
Like seeing a lottery billboard along the freeway, miles later and you snap out of deciding which charities to give to, or just how many cars is reasonable. Far from that 'what if' the board suggested a few minutes ago, aren't you?
I'll choose my charities someday.
Some days I substitute that dark, endless night sky for the cieling above an office cubicle. I can see all I'd need to see on a sectional square. It's fake wonderment; tiles mean nothing to stars. But company is whats important under such things, and I know that through a few feet of this and that, the stars are there, just hangin out. A view from a thousand years ago, and I'm just tuning in.
I'd have the same address and phone numbers if I could, I suppose.
Unnecessary change. That's what I'd call all that garbage.
I'm hugging a broken wooden plank from a broken sinking ship, just watching it drift away. It's all relative and I hate open water.
This time, it's the red sea of a wine glass.
Trapped in the center, far from an edge.
I'd like to get out and just run my finger along the edge of the crystal, just slow enough to resonate that eerie tone.
Turn around and drink what I was drowning in, champion it all.
Maybe smile a little...
For me, I like to write. I like to watch movies that make me comfortable. Ones that challenge me to feel something. I'll sit around at night and dream that I've made it somewhere.
Like seeing a lottery billboard along the freeway, miles later and you snap out of deciding which charities to give to, or just how many cars is reasonable. Far from that 'what if' the board suggested a few minutes ago, aren't you?
I'll choose my charities someday.
Some days I substitute that dark, endless night sky for the cieling above an office cubicle. I can see all I'd need to see on a sectional square. It's fake wonderment; tiles mean nothing to stars. But company is whats important under such things, and I know that through a few feet of this and that, the stars are there, just hangin out. A view from a thousand years ago, and I'm just tuning in.