so it ended. didn't even notice. the lights turned out and i left. walked and walked for a while until the sky wore it's black coat. lights then filled my eyes a little white. lookin into others eyes strangers in the night. it never quite knew the way things were to work. the natural vibrations hindered by back doors to every opening. i guess someday you'll walk into a wall . it will tell you what you did. i want to tell you my dreams, sometimes i want to read your mind. but you can feel what they feel. in their eyes you see their soul. mines old. sometimes i walk and wish i'll see a smile . you need to make it happen. things happens because we let them? what happened today...still see the reflections flickering on the river surface n streetlights that shut when you walk under em. green lights stay green in the water. i took a piece out of my hip and marked it on the wall. something happened, actually it was nothing. i thought a new thing that's it. an idea.
3 comments:
beauty!!
i love you.
this speaks your soul
i see a child within you
learning so much, but it's so much deeper then what I could learn.
You're special, love. Take me with you!
anywho, that was random. you should read at the next poetry meeting. this is incredible. i want people to share your words and ideas. please? kirk would love this.
how in misery there's beauty. I read a book called a great and terrible beauty, I used to write it all over my notebooks. It's similar to the saying with the good comes the bad or with bad comes the good? I'm not sure.
Yesterday we had a play writer come to our class. She said she does it because she wants to change the world. I never got the chance to ask her if she feels like she's accomplished that yet. Except I don't think she feels that way since she keeps writing.
One day we'll carve our path into changing the world as well. Little my little, person by person. It takes time. But we'll get there. You've gotten this far.
Did I ever tell you about how I believe everyones soul is a certain age, not according to their body, but for how long they've been in existence? I used to think my parents were children, newer. I thought you were old as hell. I think I'm middle aged, Jessica is younger, but has some kind of 6th sense. I think my brother is younger as well. Or I'm crazy. I was only reminded because of what you wrote about your soul and eyes. I think your dads soul is old too and I think my baba has an agin soul.
it's, indeed, cold in here.You can feel it, right?
i guess you do.i hope you do, 'cause if you do i won't be alone.
I look trough the window mirror and i see nothing.I'm desperate, i wanna run, like never before.Goodbye is the only thing that cross my mind.
And before i get to sleep, i dream of thousands worlds.Where my only cage is a smile, then at least i'd be prisioned by something that worth.
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