I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
you're so busy, so that's why
and she is busy, and I don't have to ask and they're also busy, they don’t have the time busy in life, busy tonight what is ‘busy’ for? you don't answer me at all what is your ‘busy’ for? busy with your own life are your friends busy with their lives, or are their lives yours? oh yours, yours, you never get bored what is your busy for?
is there a word for the world that’s better, and takes it higher? I can’t cry anything for you now, not even fire
-s's.
-s's.
A single thought hangs up the grandeur of your acrylic
embraced in my mind’s floral wallpaper and scenic -s’s.
spent time walking
watching
memories drive by
What runs once used to be slow
the bad things used to feel good
i sit in wonder
why should I jail myself
for something that you’ve done
what do the heart of hearts
say about girls who die unsung
La Vie en Or
Words are singing
down along the lines
I know, I see them jump across the interstate bridge I see life for what it is
Sunset is lonely and its
teasing the rivers
I know, I see light laid on top of the farms
I see life for what it's not
if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?
-s's.
-s's.
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.