(no subject)
I have made the mistake of leaving my fate up to my mind; I imagine that in an alternate universe there is a place for me in a chair somewhere in a room with floral print wallpaper and a bed dressed with white sheets and throw pillows and silk bed skirts all adorned with delicate pink cotton lace. If I allow my feet to touch the floor i will find that the hardwood is neither cold nor warm; it does not stick my sweaty feet, its boards do not bow or creak beneath my weight; though old it does not pierce my feet when it splinters--and it does splinter.
Friend, if you are not sane then I am not sane--and you are the boy who screams at the world outside his window on 23rd St. in Oakland as though it were the whole world that was watching, listening.
Friend, if you are not sane then I am not sane--and you are the boy who screams at the world outside his window on 23rd St. in Oakland as though it were the whole world that was watching, listening.