My Cousin Billy, and I. We Used To Go There.
Life's just oh so drab in the morning time light. That one beam that always finds its way through my curtains and blanket, and blinds. It's so unforgiving. It rivets me with hate. That cursed sun.
I of course have no real wish for the night, or the rain, or the daylight. None of these things give me pleasure when it sparkles through my window. I wish for a big void to be up in that sky. Preferably a darkness, for I wouldn't appreciate a giant white canvas above my head. The night, without the moon, or without the stars. Even though I find myself quite fond of the moon, from time to time.
My room was cleaned today, oh me, oh my. It was such a thrill to see the change I have all over the floor, I found twenty dollars too. Such a treasure under it all. Under my silken sea of used up particles that were nothing but memories. Now off to the dump it goes. Haha.
It seems so hot in this room, it seems I should be sweating half to death, and yet I am fine. Not comfortable, but almost. This cursed sun with the capability of heating it all up, no matter how much you try to block it off from your porcelain skin.
I feel as if I should find some new pictures for my Live Journal, something so very fancy. Yet, I don't want to bother with it. I shall keep my crucified Jack O Lantern, for a little longer. Then perhaps find something new to invigorate it all.
Won't that be swell.
I of course have no real wish for the night, or the rain, or the daylight. None of these things give me pleasure when it sparkles through my window. I wish for a big void to be up in that sky. Preferably a darkness, for I wouldn't appreciate a giant white canvas above my head. The night, without the moon, or without the stars. Even though I find myself quite fond of the moon, from time to time.
My room was cleaned today, oh me, oh my. It was such a thrill to see the change I have all over the floor, I found twenty dollars too. Such a treasure under it all. Under my silken sea of used up particles that were nothing but memories. Now off to the dump it goes. Haha.
It seems so hot in this room, it seems I should be sweating half to death, and yet I am fine. Not comfortable, but almost. This cursed sun with the capability of heating it all up, no matter how much you try to block it off from your porcelain skin.
I feel as if I should find some new pictures for my Live Journal, something so very fancy. Yet, I don't want to bother with it. I shall keep my crucified Jack O Lantern, for a little longer. Then perhaps find something new to invigorate it all.
Won't that be swell.