will our conversations be brief or long?
i could have lost my love in the desert. sprawled out upon the gravel amongst the barbed wire fences and tumble weeds. the other voice on the end of the receiver sounded so small and distant.
i wasn't ejected, i walked straight out of it.
i saw his body and my life felt as ease. i washed his hair of the sand and pebbles. i washed his body of the dirt that clung to his once clammy body like a layer of film. in so many ways he was reborn.
i wasn't ready to be left alone.
and now i'm sick of having the dreams that i've been having. i just want my drowsy freedoms back.
i love the days when i can open my bedroom window and let the sunshine in. it airs out the room of it's personal musk.
i desire more loose tops that flow across my body when the wind blows to help accentuate the feeling of freedom.
i'm ready to try again. i'm ready to submit my work again.
although i question everything i have done to this point, i crave the recognition.
it's time to dedicate myself to my dreams. whether or not i know where i'm going, i can make something of myself here and now.
i wasn't ejected, i walked straight out of it.
i saw his body and my life felt as ease. i washed his hair of the sand and pebbles. i washed his body of the dirt that clung to his once clammy body like a layer of film. in so many ways he was reborn.
i wasn't ready to be left alone.
and now i'm sick of having the dreams that i've been having. i just want my drowsy freedoms back.
i love the days when i can open my bedroom window and let the sunshine in. it airs out the room of it's personal musk.
i desire more loose tops that flow across my body when the wind blows to help accentuate the feeling of freedom.
i'm ready to try again. i'm ready to submit my work again.
although i question everything i have done to this point, i crave the recognition.
it's time to dedicate myself to my dreams. whether or not i know where i'm going, i can make something of myself here and now.