whats the furthest place from here?
eventually i come to realize the same thing every time. i miss you.. i miss this.. oh how wish i still... it makes me sick to think. i want you... i want this.. oh i wish i never... but still i think it. I'm sure my expressions and intentions are never matching. ill say, "hey you! pick up your feet!" and he does but doesn't look where he's going. LIke some rickety skeleton, what more does it mean? to have skin, and muscle?... oh!... but to have a brain! and to have a heart? what could it not mean!? I'm not saying that i am picky, or even that i am angry. but i must admit, all these things. the ones that feed my blood, and warm my heart. the things that fill my lungs and ache my head. they make me beat, and tick. not some old four four rhythm or even some crazy off beat mess, but to a slow creeping waltz. the kind of waltz where the last two counts seems to stretch further and further away from the beginning. One day ill catch back up, certainly not now. how could i now? my head is still glued to my feet and from what i can see, i don't want it! in the moment.