lilacs against white houses

[princesskellz]

lilacs against white houses
morning glory vines through my picket fence
a peaceful silence tainted only by a breeze...

but this place is a trap.
designed to make you believe - it's just what i want
so tranquil and peaceful and...lifeless.

i want to live again!
to break free of these habits, this morality
my life
to see new places, make new acquaintances
a different beach pub or club every night
to wander a continent with no constraint
no one in the world i've even seen before today
all so-called security of a daily life--gone...
i wanted to never see it again
the everyday anything, dispersed in jet current
melts into humidity
a tropical rainstorm on an anyday afternoon is all it takes to make me smile
or a good story of tradition, places, people i never imagined

and i have to get out
to find my own truth
mon esprit crie...
it screams--
screams for help
to break free!
but in this place, in truth, would accept aid from only one sole___
which is my own.

...antsy as hell, i can't sit still
my thoughts are in a thousand directions at once
i wonder, what am i doing here?
and ever more, how can i make my escape?
yet i anticipate nothing, i make no move
my longing would have me fly away
though my reason won't have it budge.

i try at the moment
only to calm my inquellable spirit
and i sit back
and observe
the morning glory vines, though my picket fence
the crisp winter breeze

lilacs against white houses

and my mind... it stops.