en route.
so, here i figure out that my heart in cold little chunks, partially placed in tucked-away places of the earth, somehow manages to function and glow. there's folk on the riverbed, not very far, coasting downstream. some know where the pieces are and some know how they fit together...
...i'm on neither boat. i don't need extra fucking buoyancy! here's why:
a. my floaties are old; virtually useless.
b. inner-tubes; simply no fun.
c. wooden rafts and rope; what am i a fucking lowe's?
right, right... anyway. i, laying on my back -- head above the surface, toes barely visible -- am treading defiantly, but naturally. what can i say? the backstroke comes natch.
on this journey embarked [via waterways, airways, landways, brainways, etc.] is where i will find everything i never could before. and in the meantime of my searches, those who matter and know it... your souls will keep me afloat until our bodies meet again.
be on my side, i'll be on your side.
#%$!
...i'm on neither boat. i don't need extra fucking buoyancy! here's why:
a. my floaties are old; virtually useless.
b. inner-tubes; simply no fun.
c. wooden rafts and rope; what am i a fucking lowe's?
right, right... anyway. i, laying on my back -- head above the surface, toes barely visible -- am treading defiantly, but naturally. what can i say? the backstroke comes natch.
on this journey embarked [via waterways, airways, landways, brainways, etc.] is where i will find everything i never could before. and in the meantime of my searches, those who matter and know it... your souls will keep me afloat until our bodies meet again.
be on my side, i'll be on your side.
#%$!