Nov 13, 2006 20:21
last night i looked up into your window. nobody was home. the lights were off, but i knew it was yours. i sat on a couch under your window and i watched movies. its weird being so close to something familiar but so far away.
i was sitting under where the pigeon sits and watches me when im in your apartment.
When the first cup of coffee tastes
like washing upShe knows she's losing it
this morning i walked through the red and yellow leaves up the hill to queen anne.
i stopped in an abandoned park the leaves were thick on the ground, i could see the water sparkle and dance as the begining of morning lights fought their way through the grey skies. i stood there for what seemed like hours looking at the city, smoking my cigarette, finally understanding the beauty in nothingness.
the beauty that is only found when you are completely alone in a strange place and nothing has gone right....but everything is so perfect and you wish you could frame that memory to show everyone but in a split second everything is gone, its changed and you keep walking on an enlightened path that noone will even know about.