a little less strumming, a little more effing
Friday, September 28, 2007
There's too many things I haven't done yet,
It's raining again. I stepped onto a puddle, and I was caught unaware when the pool of murky water seeped through the pores of my skin like shattered glass. It's cold. It's been cold, these few yesterdays that flew by. I could feel fingers gripping the handle of my broken umbrella a little tighter. The rain was harsh, the wind was unforgiving, people did not care. Every man for himself, huh? But really, it's okay, i'll be stubborn with this messed up umbrella so that I couldn't take one more sweeping glance at your glowing face. Even though I just chanced another. Go away, please. No, really. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
too many sunsets that I haven't seen.
Too many pictures have been taken for the sake of reason. I guess that's the way these things go. But now, I have to deal with all these stuck up memories, when I don't need to. When I don't want to. I'd rather be clothed in darkness than see these colors fade into a blur of brown and whatnot. Fingerprints that wished to be left on my hand than on these folded corners, they fade away as well, and become part of the ashed and forgotten. I've gone blind with whisks of wishes and dreams.
And, now, all I'll ever see, is the first indigo of dawn, before I close my eyes, and forbid tears to run far. I sleep, if not at all.
smiled at the sun again @ 11:37 PM,
