this place is a star again
she dont know me like that but still she ask over and over and over again and all i do is proclaim there is nothing to it i hunger for something more in this life but the thin frail line below the surface haunts me for not searching a deeper faith in that which doesnt actually exist to begin with which brings me to my next point of faith that i havent caught up to yet but still i try try try and fail miserably just like that day when i tried to catch catch catch you but still i let you go hey you wanted to leave i failed in preventing it its over dont bring it up again or there will be trouble around these parts its in the middle of the highway and yet im not scared of tracing a line in the middle of the lane which looks surprisingly like myself but not unlike my father which gave me half my seed the leaves arent changing like they usually do because there is something in the air preventing a natural occurence of the season and most imporantly a natural birth something none of us will ever understand nor our god because god himself is only a creator not an understander of the certainies which nothing can prevent nor recollect upon when dealing with the truth play the hand your dealt and dont think twice about folding on the biggest mistake ive ever seen anyone not make in the presence of another savior that being you fall on your principles and ill laugh about the times when you yelled in my ears that it shouldnt wouldnt couldnt be done by any other than a true believer but here i stand without promise of a new day and yet can only give to you in one hand and keep the other solemnly hidden behind my helpless back its about time the light shown in this foresaken attic at which point the shadows point and laugh and i cant help but understand the inside joke is me
you have to start looking around to understand what is around
you have to start looking around
you have to start
you have to start today.
posted by crimson @ 12:54 AM 
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