M.I.A
So I sliced off the tip of my thumb...'cuz I'm a winner, that's right. It seeled up pretty nice, but every time I go to take notes for class it starts to ooze again.
I wish I couldn't feel sometimes...
I was waiting for Lena infront of the library today and watched as a blind man made his way from one side of the campus to the other...I cought myself thinking that that's probably the most intuned and aware person I've seen all day.
I wish I could turn of natural sound for just a little while...
I miss the mountain and everything incorporated with it. I miss the way that the wind rushes up from under you when you stand at the edge of it. I miss clearing dry pine-needles from around the fire-pit with aunt Donna and Mema. I miss sleeping in the back of the truck and having DD chase away the mountain lions. I miss waking up early and having coffee and cigarrettes and conversation and digesting life. The pumpkin seeds and the ashtray that always came so close to overflowing with the discarded shells. Mema, Donna, and Bobby hanging their legs off a half finished porch, so drunk that they can't keep tabs on whether they're laughing about a story or crying...Uncle Benny and I inside wondering whether or not the 3 sisters have finally lost their marbles...
I want to rewind time for just a day...
I'll spend the rest of my life wishing that I could go back there, that I could take my loved ones there. When I'm old and talk about "the old days" that's the place I'll think of, the emotion that I'll always try to express yet never can, the people that I'll always remember but never be able to introduce to my children...When I'm old and senile and go missing, you'll probably find me there. On Whale Rock or Soldier's Creek or the Black Berry Patch...the front porch or out back next to the Fire Pit...I'll walk up and down that dirt road wearing a red poncho just for kicks, but no one else will be left to understand.
without you I wouldn't be me
Have you ever felt like part of you was left someplace for safe keeping and then one day you found out that you couldn't go back?
I wish I couldn't feel sometimes...
I was waiting for Lena infront of the library today and watched as a blind man made his way from one side of the campus to the other...I cought myself thinking that that's probably the most intuned and aware person I've seen all day.
I wish I could turn of natural sound for just a little while...
I miss the mountain and everything incorporated with it. I miss the way that the wind rushes up from under you when you stand at the edge of it. I miss clearing dry pine-needles from around the fire-pit with aunt Donna and Mema. I miss sleeping in the back of the truck and having DD chase away the mountain lions. I miss waking up early and having coffee and cigarrettes and conversation and digesting life. The pumpkin seeds and the ashtray that always came so close to overflowing with the discarded shells. Mema, Donna, and Bobby hanging their legs off a half finished porch, so drunk that they can't keep tabs on whether they're laughing about a story or crying...Uncle Benny and I inside wondering whether or not the 3 sisters have finally lost their marbles...
I want to rewind time for just a day...
I'll spend the rest of my life wishing that I could go back there, that I could take my loved ones there. When I'm old and talk about "the old days" that's the place I'll think of, the emotion that I'll always try to express yet never can, the people that I'll always remember but never be able to introduce to my children...When I'm old and senile and go missing, you'll probably find me there. On Whale Rock or Soldier's Creek or the Black Berry Patch...the front porch or out back next to the Fire Pit...I'll walk up and down that dirt road wearing a red poncho just for kicks, but no one else will be left to understand.
without you I wouldn't be me
Have you ever felt like part of you was left someplace for safe keeping and then one day you found out that you couldn't go back?