Monday, October 26, 2009

"And my shoes took me down a crooked path

away from all welcome mats

My worried shoes."

I want to build a home, i want a place to feel home.

I want to not be lost, i want to not feeling like the smallest creature on this enormous planet.

I want to know what to do, i want to not be a fool.

I want pies, and coffee, and sleep.

I still leave my phone on loud every night, just incase, i wouldn't want to miss anything, but i never do.

I want to fire a gun.

Friday, October 2, 2009

When all of your roses were mine...

I can't remember the last time i've felt so dry, completely drained and so confused.
It's a feeling that can only be put as words if one would only imagine being picked up by my hair and placed randomly in space being so clueless and nervous, and there it comes, the entire world just drops on me, from all the places the universe, it chose to drop in the one spot where i stood. And after somehow crawling out from underneath, i stay there powerless, as if everything inside of me stayed trapped under those weights, and it's just my body and it's useless. I'll recollect those little pieces back up from scratch, but goodbye is the saddest word.