Friday, June 30
But that's disregard
You find another friend
And you discard
As you lose the argument
In a cable car
Hanging above
As the canyon comes between
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river. blood. honey. water.
stutters to a halt,
threatens to stop mighty life.
attempts to build bridges
across streams of consciousness,
can be swiftly and decisively broken.
halt! to arms!
bring on the shields and batons,
lest you suffer the scars of the lovely battle.
love it, getting down and dirty,
regardless of all the pain and antrophy.
not wanting to leave.
one more shot, two more shots,
at the artful dodger.
damn, i'd believe all that you say.
leaving, being left behind,
choosing between a rock and a soft place.
(i'd always take the rock)
as you scream under your stifled breath.
action, inaction, the line,
between whether what will be will be.
or just staying lost at sea.
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i think it's fear. i have problems trusting. i don't know what's going on. maybe there's something wrong, maybe not. maybe i just don't wanna try anymore. no matter what happens though, you'd still be so important to me.
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shoutouts:
tab: sorry i didn't reply earlier, was neglecting my blog a little. hmm good luck for all those seemingly impossible but eventually doable exams okay!
mel: holla! i hate going back to camp. GUESS WHY??!