an empty dream in text a nameless emotion an expression of love an angry, maddened notion meaningless lines on paper being destroyed and made expressing a fantasy more than words could have said a holder of miracles scratch, fold and scrunch a vessel of expression i even wrap your lunch wood, clay and graphite a world i can make broken, chewed and shaved a heart i can break
Thursday, June 09, 2005
wads it like to be me
whats it like to be me? I ask myself that question too and i'm lost with no answers to fill me. I ask myself what is time and it tells me that one by one the ones i love are leaving me and never gonna come back. I'm lost in this world with no one by my side to listen to what i have to say. I try so hard to be happy and let go of the past thats holding me back but it seems so hard just to let it all go. You and i noe i've tried but at the same time we both know the answers behind it all. Now i sit here in this dark empty room with only a little candle right at the end and it's flame is slowly burning out. I wanna stand up and walk right to that flame for maybe when i reach to that light, i'll know all the answers to my questions but i'm afraid just to stand up. I try to pluck that courage within but i'm just too afraid coz life is full on unpredictable out comes and you never know whats gonna happen next to you.