and
and so ill come and ill wait and i'll pray to whatever god it is i'm kin to.
to whatever religion i'm a friend to
and hopefully one day the sun will shine on me graciously again.
gratitously with nothing to ask of me
only of my gratitude which goes with out saying no i am not a groupon customer
i am a sign of the times a whithered away social awkwardness that only comes with patience
i have befriended everyone i ever wanted and how can i ask for more/
how can i ask forgiveness when it is only myself whom i can not forgive.
i have this typewriter i have this vessell
but no ones reading
just like when i'm talking.
no ones listening.
and so i pace and i lace.
and i trace and i make face and i . i . i . i . i . i. find myself not being aloud or not being able to breath and rambling and not even making sense to myself but drugs can not be blamed this time its only me, me and my tricky faulty head and i could go to bed but i instead will choose to stare at a glowing screen and hope that no one tells me to dance in traffic again.
i told an aqaintance i don't want to turn 25 i 'm scared of the quarter of a century mark because time is just flying by so fast just like they said it would! and here i sit and i sit. and he told me, you don't have to turn 25.
i said oh really. how's that
he said, theres a highway right there, we could go dance in it.
i said. i have to go.
that's not something you say to someone . not to someone like me.
to whatever religion i'm a friend to
and hopefully one day the sun will shine on me graciously again.
gratitously with nothing to ask of me
only of my gratitude which goes with out saying no i am not a groupon customer
i am a sign of the times a whithered away social awkwardness that only comes with patience
i have befriended everyone i ever wanted and how can i ask for more/
how can i ask forgiveness when it is only myself whom i can not forgive.
i have this typewriter i have this vessell
but no ones reading
just like when i'm talking.
no ones listening.
and so i pace and i lace.
and i trace and i make face and i . i . i . i . i . i. find myself not being aloud or not being able to breath and rambling and not even making sense to myself but drugs can not be blamed this time its only me, me and my tricky faulty head and i could go to bed but i instead will choose to stare at a glowing screen and hope that no one tells me to dance in traffic again.
i told an aqaintance i don't want to turn 25 i 'm scared of the quarter of a century mark because time is just flying by so fast just like they said it would! and here i sit and i sit. and he told me, you don't have to turn 25.
i said oh really. how's that
he said, theres a highway right there, we could go dance in it.
i said. i have to go.
that's not something you say to someone . not to someone like me.