writing for those who can't hear
strange day today. hours are lost in television shows. sunlight meagerly awaits at my window, waiting for me to come back to it with an answer. my movie channel isn't all what it was cracked out to be. inside my house, i am the heart of this house, controlling the functions, i leave, and it falls into a peaceful slumber that is only so, because no one sees it. sight would ruin it, it's the idea that it exists only in thought that makes it intriguing.
an ant found my ankle and introduced itself as pain
alcohol found my brain and introduced itself as a cloud bringing rain
a girl found me and introduced herself as repremanding compassion
sunlight found my eyes and introduced itself as water
the morning found me in my bed, and just watched me sleep, waiting with eyes open to greet me when i woke up
a vice left me saying "by the way, I HATE YOU" and i just watched it walk out, and didn't really care when it was gone
smoke left my lungs and said to them "i won't be long. two seconds"
my hair left my head and said "i'll always be here, even if you can't see me. you should probably spend some time with your face, i think it's lonely"
i left a girl and didn't even know what i was doing
i thought i knew when in fact i didn't
i don't think i grow everyday when in fact i do
i don't think i'm such an amazing person when in fact i am (in certain aspects)
arrogance and confidence
having the prettiest tin but nothing of worth inside of it
the best journal money can buy but nothing true inside of it
you shouldn't have to be able to hear yourself, just to be sure that you are speaking.
***post edit***
i just thought about it. remember that scene in high fidelity when john cusak's sister storms throught the doors while he's on the phone and just yells "ASSHOLE!" and then leaves? and then he has this "what did i do this time / that was werid" expression on his face? what a great scene. that's sorta how it felt.
an ant found my ankle and introduced itself as pain
alcohol found my brain and introduced itself as a cloud bringing rain
a girl found me and introduced herself as repremanding compassion
sunlight found my eyes and introduced itself as water
the morning found me in my bed, and just watched me sleep, waiting with eyes open to greet me when i woke up
a vice left me saying "by the way, I HATE YOU" and i just watched it walk out, and didn't really care when it was gone
smoke left my lungs and said to them "i won't be long. two seconds"
my hair left my head and said "i'll always be here, even if you can't see me. you should probably spend some time with your face, i think it's lonely"
i left a girl and didn't even know what i was doing
i thought i knew when in fact i didn't
i don't think i grow everyday when in fact i do
i don't think i'm such an amazing person when in fact i am (in certain aspects)
arrogance and confidence
having the prettiest tin but nothing of worth inside of it
the best journal money can buy but nothing true inside of it
you shouldn't have to be able to hear yourself, just to be sure that you are speaking.
***post edit***
i just thought about it. remember that scene in high fidelity when john cusak's sister storms throught the doors while he's on the phone and just yells "ASSHOLE!" and then leaves? and then he has this "what did i do this time / that was werid" expression on his face? what a great scene. that's sorta how it felt.