The people on the street- did you think I wouldn't know? It's one of those awkward moments
You must have sensed it
the keys- out of tune
with dust of indecision
fence jumping, not sitting
I guess I've done it
captured by my destroyer
given in to
I don't want to
Why do I do it?
this mud I take for happiness
to wrestle with
what I've defeated
How do you do it?
talk me out of reason
with your senseless-
why should I beleive it?
I love people. They are so incredibly beautiful, not so much as a whole, but as infividuals. They're so fascinating to watch. I find myself in random places observing random people and wondering- what is mostimportant to them? where is their life going? what is their biggest secret? do they beleive in a god?
I feel like people are a part of me, but that I am some distant alien to them. Like I can look and them and see something, but they look right past me as if i were not standing there at all. I think i could sit and watch people all day.
Everything feels right in an odd sort of way. I think sometimes you are so content but it makes you uncomfortable because it is a new kind of feeling. Everywhere I am lately I feel like I'm some sureal part of a movie and you are somewhere else- watching.
It's comfortable. I want to say I love you, but I can't- it's not enough.
the keys- out of tune
with dust of indecision
fence jumping, not sitting
I guess I've done it
captured by my destroyer
given in to
I don't want to
Why do I do it?
this mud I take for happiness
to wrestle with
what I've defeated
How do you do it?
talk me out of reason
with your senseless-
why should I beleive it?
I love people. They are so incredibly beautiful, not so much as a whole, but as infividuals. They're so fascinating to watch. I find myself in random places observing random people and wondering- what is mostimportant to them? where is their life going? what is their biggest secret? do they beleive in a god?
I feel like people are a part of me, but that I am some distant alien to them. Like I can look and them and see something, but they look right past me as if i were not standing there at all. I think i could sit and watch people all day.
Everything feels right in an odd sort of way. I think sometimes you are so content but it makes you uncomfortable because it is a new kind of feeling. Everywhere I am lately I feel like I'm some sureal part of a movie and you are somewhere else- watching.
It's comfortable. I want to say I love you, but I can't- it's not enough.