7/14/05

this is what happens when the days are quiet. 

when the stifling comes only from what you know is here, but won’t show itself quite yet / when people are telling me not to be so silly, that my words will prove me wrong / i’ll meet someone and get all gooey and ga ga and barf all over the carpet / i’ll stop listening to songs by trespassers william and i’ll close my eyes so i can keep smiling / but i say, i like these songs, however dark they make me feel / and i’ll write about what it is to feel wistful and i’ll / make them see that life is not always one color or the other - there are deeper, darker places we usually choose never to go / and they will pass me by and i will stay here / what happens when all i want is to take myself out onto the beach and read my magazine, listen to my songs / they will not tell me these things about love, about what i will be like when i find what they want / because i’ve found the place in which these needs are forsaken / they are removed like holes cut out for the eyes of a mask / whatever money you charge me and hours you take of my time, i don’t lose i only gain / and from this i am still becoming / though stuck i am never misplaced