Sep 17, 2005 18:56
and squeezing my eyes tight i won't let the light hit anywhere near them
and i'm lying here.
in the middle of the floor with remy zero playing in circles around me
floating up the walls and crawling down my spine
sending shivers
and all i can think to myself
all i can ask and wonder and contemplate are the same words, dancing through my head, the ones that send a sadness through me that I cannot comprehend any longer
are you ready are you ready are you ready
and the end of the week is sneaking up on me faster than I thought it began
are you ready are you ready
i'm the queen at saying hello
but here i am, my lips faltering
and i don't even need any words.