so tie me up and throw me over
because i'm pretty over this
if there was something that i wanted
then it was something that i missed
i threw a rock out at the devil
thought i hit him in the face
turns out i was mistaken
now it's an all out chase
i don't the way back through the tunnel
and the darkness that surrounds me scares me still
but i am running on forever
and forever always will
so if you see me far behind you
or if i pass by you ahead
please just reach out and catch me
please let me come home again
because i forgot what i had come for
and i remeber what i left
somewhere out there in the thunder
lies my heart amid the rest
but here
here it's just a mess
Just a place to put my thoughts, trip descriptions, poems, art, ect... so those I love, but am far from, can share them with me : )
Friday, February 24, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
space
the high bed shakes as she climbs doggedly into it...purple laptop sitting next to the water bottle, check book, and Spanish text..
swaying in the corner, the water threatens to splash from the long forgotten tea cup perched unstably on the top of a bed post... seriously she thinks, spotting it.."who drinks tea in there loft bed anyway?... i guess... i do..."
a crash sounds below, something major..
she curses under her breath and swings her head over the side...
yep, all the books... full topple off the shelf.
go figure..
but it just adds to the carnage of clothes, stuffed animals, books, and shoes that already little the wooden floor.
she sighs, this room was supposed to be cleaned, unapacked, and organized from the start..
she had only been back a month though! Right?
no, no, more like she had ALREADY been back for a month..
such ciaos was way overdue to be considered acceptable...
she shrugs.. too tired now..
that's the thing with high beds, once your up there.. your not about to climb back down in a hurry.
she grabs the stuffed unicorn beside her, pulls the colorful down comforter about her shoulders and nestles in..
still, not quite right..
"i wish he was here"
she thinks.
to be honest, she really hated to sleep alone...
alone with books, and old tea cups, and stuffed bears...
alone in high beds..
alone with herself.. and her thoughts.. and the ciaos of her unkempt space.
space.
so much space.
too much..
the tea cup sloshes as she turns amongst the blankets.
eyes closed..
she slips off..
to wherever he may be.
and at least her mind can fill the gap in that unbending multitude of space...
at least for the few short hours her eyes are closed..
she can, if choice be, find him..
somewhere beautiful.
swaying in the corner, the water threatens to splash from the long forgotten tea cup perched unstably on the top of a bed post... seriously she thinks, spotting it.."who drinks tea in there loft bed anyway?... i guess... i do..."
a crash sounds below, something major..
she curses under her breath and swings her head over the side...
yep, all the books... full topple off the shelf.
go figure..
but it just adds to the carnage of clothes, stuffed animals, books, and shoes that already little the wooden floor.
she sighs, this room was supposed to be cleaned, unapacked, and organized from the start..
she had only been back a month though! Right?
no, no, more like she had ALREADY been back for a month..
such ciaos was way overdue to be considered acceptable...
she shrugs.. too tired now..
that's the thing with high beds, once your up there.. your not about to climb back down in a hurry.
she grabs the stuffed unicorn beside her, pulls the colorful down comforter about her shoulders and nestles in..
still, not quite right..
"i wish he was here"
she thinks.
to be honest, she really hated to sleep alone...
alone with books, and old tea cups, and stuffed bears...
alone in high beds..
alone with herself.. and her thoughts.. and the ciaos of her unkempt space.
space.
so much space.
too much..
the tea cup sloshes as she turns amongst the blankets.
eyes closed..
she slips off..
to wherever he may be.
and at least her mind can fill the gap in that unbending multitude of space...
at least for the few short hours her eyes are closed..
she can, if choice be, find him..
somewhere beautiful.
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