Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Life in a Plastic Bag

I carry him on my finger.

I slant and stretch out my boots-
yet I wear them everyday.

I pass by beauty, unmoved today.

Stoned, brain frozen, defeated.

[Interference] Please stop talking before I lose my sanity.

I feel the same things, see the same way...
like you.

Irrelevant though, a neutral reaction.

Take all these feelings and thoughts.. tie em up tight, put 'em in a plastic bag.. tie it to a brick and please let it sink in a body of water.

That's my life atm.

Looking for happier days.

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