Lately: Spinning, Unfolding.
Sure is some kind of funk I'm in. Everythings a flat line. I can't get a response from anything around me; let alone from myself. I'm pumping in the blood and the passion but its just squirting right back out my eyes and ears and wherever else is labeled "Emergency Exit Only." I tryed writing songs, I tried writing a song, I tried reading books, I tried getting rid of my clothes, I tried cleaning my room, I tried getting a job, I tried having sex, I tried being quiet, I tried being drunk, I tried being a smoker, I tried on a few faces, I tried shutting my door, I tried cutting my hair, I tried pink eye, I'm dying trying. I'm trying to live. Nope, these rusted feathers ain't for flyin'. I'm missing the magic that separates "us" from "them."
For sure I thought I had freed it; let this monster go from under the bed. I guess you can't pick a scab and forget the flow. I'm still searchin', feeling around in the dark for the big switch. Or maybe just a flashlight to see a little better. I maybe miss Scott and Jill, maybe I miss Vanessa. Maybe I think I'm supposed to. I don't think I really miss anything at all. I need to miss something. I need to be a part of something I can taste and feel. I need to be uncontrollably in love with something, anything. It ain't here, it aint now. That's for sure, for sure.
Ross just got a wonderful note.
xox
Matthew
For sure I thought I had freed it; let this monster go from under the bed. I guess you can't pick a scab and forget the flow. I'm still searchin', feeling around in the dark for the big switch. Or maybe just a flashlight to see a little better. I maybe miss Scott and Jill, maybe I miss Vanessa. Maybe I think I'm supposed to. I don't think I really miss anything at all. I need to miss something. I need to be a part of something I can taste and feel. I need to be uncontrollably in love with something, anything. It ain't here, it aint now. That's for sure, for sure.
Ross just got a wonderful note.
xox
Matthew