Sunday, May 06, 2007
and it all boils down to this.
cloud hanging over your head.
two inch nails, sharp as hell all around you, yet not piercing.
not yet.
you chose to watch tv, bum around, coffee in hand.
minor discrepancies don't bother.
trouble lies with judgement.
yours.
in the epitome of it all, you know you chose that.
yet, you push it away further;
kite in the sky,
coffee in hand again.
eyebags.
sleeplessness;
sleeplessness, driving you nuts.
like someone just waiting to feel life,
you're awaiting liberation.
and its gonna cost.
costs more than a chocolate bar at a candy store,
or a few fake smiles beneath this facade.
lies, no not to other.
but to yourself.
so choose wisely.
coffee in hand,
you fly the kite.
Thy sang her last verse at coffin 1:21 PM