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
Friday, July 01, 2005
reflection
i ask myself should i take da left turn or the right turn? The one i want or the one i need? I ask myself time and time again but the answer doesnt seem to come. You're not me you wont understand how i feel.
