tears falling out of my skin..........
so dear lost journal,
time stops and slips threw your fingers i wish we could remain here for hours drippy i am spinning around...again and it's almost as if your shouting voice transforms and now you've become whisper shadowy corners that move about in the corners of my eyes, you've really got me wondering how I can get so high without some distance between my feet and the ground and contorted images of what used to be a skeleton dreaming it's old skin to cover it's bones the wind is cold and you remind me how we're all so mindless, pointless, and strung out 1 single tear drop to fall outta my eye almost like a phantom- barely seen and separate from me I tie a cloth around your head to try and make the bleeding stop and we're getting a bit hazy now and when you enter this daylight saturated playground all you can think of is going home what do I have, really have my sense of identity and purpose not fleeting and blank walls of emotions soaked with the mockery life.......or energy of self-deprecation and misery I leave you behind in that unnecessary and devoid of change race to your grave fastest car know to man could not get you were you are going fast enough avoiding change like it is your demon behind your closet door i take change and rock it like an infant, i sing to it sweet and nonesencical lula-byes to humor my mind and nurture my soul i step out into to street just before the car that would've hit me crashes into a tree and it all makes sensce now but i cannot explain it really don't to feel the need to analyze this it's as simple as a feeling and it exists in the refusal to see fences between us, the seeking of ugly emotion fortresses built up so you can never really find or offer love the sad pathetic search for this elusive love after a long days work- like saying i luv you will set u free make you feel a little bit better about your nurtured apathy you arn't looking for luv if you're just looking in the mirror you cannot expect the world to roll over and become as simple light and playful as a beach ball- bouncing around no you know you are not really FEELING and it makes evident your constant feeling of emptiness, a hollowing inside your soul the rotten apple you cannot love me when you condense your feeling into one word you cannot take this trip with a full tank of gas and expect to get all the way all of it is not about the finish line
it's a journey, man
By: glade to be tripping around on planet Earth:)
time stops and slips threw your fingers i wish we could remain here for hours drippy i am spinning around...again and it's almost as if your shouting voice transforms and now you've become whisper shadowy corners that move about in the corners of my eyes, you've really got me wondering how I can get so high without some distance between my feet and the ground and contorted images of what used to be a skeleton dreaming it's old skin to cover it's bones the wind is cold and you remind me how we're all so mindless, pointless, and strung out 1 single tear drop to fall outta my eye almost like a phantom- barely seen and separate from me I tie a cloth around your head to try and make the bleeding stop and we're getting a bit hazy now and when you enter this daylight saturated playground all you can think of is going home what do I have, really have my sense of identity and purpose not fleeting and blank walls of emotions soaked with the mockery life.......or energy of self-deprecation and misery I leave you behind in that unnecessary and devoid of change race to your grave fastest car know to man could not get you were you are going fast enough avoiding change like it is your demon behind your closet door i take change and rock it like an infant, i sing to it sweet and nonesencical lula-byes to humor my mind and nurture my soul i step out into to street just before the car that would've hit me crashes into a tree and it all makes sensce now but i cannot explain it really don't to feel the need to analyze this it's as simple as a feeling and it exists in the refusal to see fences between us, the seeking of ugly emotion fortresses built up so you can never really find or offer love the sad pathetic search for this elusive love after a long days work- like saying i luv you will set u free make you feel a little bit better about your nurtured apathy you arn't looking for luv if you're just looking in the mirror you cannot expect the world to roll over and become as simple light and playful as a beach ball- bouncing around no you know you are not really FEELING and it makes evident your constant feeling of emptiness, a hollowing inside your soul the rotten apple you cannot love me when you condense your feeling into one word you cannot take this trip with a full tank of gas and expect to get all the way all of it is not about the finish line
it's a journey, man
By: glade to be tripping around on planet Earth:)