writers block

[riot_not_quiet]

I'm a fucking idiot. it will do you all well to realize this now.

I feel wrong today. I'm not sure what that means. but thats all I have to offer for now.

did I tell you the one about the star
that turned out to be a plane?
and how I followed it from place to place,
just to see where bright lights could lead.
did I tell you I traveled so far
that the only place I've never been
is where I really want to be.

the only sight I've never seen
is a close examination of the stars I could never reach.
so I thought of the next best thing,

and ended up at your front door
staring down at steps.
ignoring the need for someone to confide in,
I pictured constellations in my head
and silently begged you to come out from hiding
and spend your time staring up with me.

I found myself sick with a silence
that was supposed to plead with you
in a sad attempt to convince your eyes to follow if I started walking.

because maybe this time
I won't be oblivious to disguise
and so not mistaken.
and with your help
I can spot the star
that could bring us home.