would someone please call surgeon...you can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

[sleepnowmoon]

...the photos we retire...were covered by snow somehow...broken from their frames and abandoned for the prize that never existed...i chased her...but my legs were just not qualified to own up to her gracefullness...once in a blue moon i can look at her face...only shortly expected...i look down...always looking at the floor...the crowds of loved ones i missed...the world around me that couldve been a path...the books i only read a few pages of that wouldve have taught me how to look up...these patterns...this routine...ive never been a fan of...this box that blurs our sight...is only a speck of what lies ahead...just beginning to see...that dimmed light at the end of the tunnel...i could just get to it if i went as much further that back to where i began...worry...sickness....death...they are all caused by eachother...surrounded by others who see in quantity rather than quality...we live in our clothes...they live in lifestyles sang by a lonely few who contradict every word...i kissed the ground they walked on for far too long...theres always someone out there...whos one step ahead of us all...the suns gone...ill still be up when it returns...without a wink...without rest...and ill go to the same places...see the same people...

...when they leave...you couldve have never imagined or had any idea how much they meant...how mush you took from them...how for once you looked up to someone...they showed you something you had never seen before...and left you thirsting to catch up to them...but now...youre on your own...nothing is promised...theres no gauranteed safety in the future...who knows where you'll be in years to come...

...i met a beautiful girl once...by a lake..