Another Piece Of My Mind
Jul. 5th, 2009 03:04 pmYou know how I've been doing those little splurges, and then I stopped, right?
Well here's a long one just for you.
like anyone will read this.
It keeps playing in my mind, every so often. It comes, it sticks, it creates a whirlwind. A cloudy one where I can't get that far before losing my way.... I didn't hink it would be so soft, so pleasant.... so gentle and inviting. My curiousity was satisfied, I kissed a girl. And I liked it. And now I don't know what to do. "I should forget it." it says. It knows best. Or so they say. I should listen. Besides, she pulled away, didn't say another word. And it was finished. But there are still some pieces the glass on the floor. The shattered window has been cleaned up but there are those small pieces that will catch you by surprise.
If I were free to fly, I might fly towards there. That paradise seems so intriguing, yet I'm here in my own little paradise, with a promise to stay. It too far away anyways, in more ways than one. But I'm looking through the window, the music playing gently in my mind, nothing else. That is all, and yet there are unseen things going on.
I wasn't rejected for once in my miserable life. But it's gone now. It was a test. I think I passed. I don't know. I'll never get the results. It's locked up. And the whirlwind just keeps going.
It keeps playing in my mind, every so often. It comes, it sticks, it creates a whirlwind. A cloudy one where I can't get that far before losing my way.... I didn't hink it would be so soft, so pleasant.... so gentle and inviting. My curiousity was satisfied, I kissed a girl. And I liked it. And now I don't know what to do. "I should forget it." it says. It knows best. Or so they say. I should listen. Besides, she pulled away, didn't say another word. And it was finished. But there are still some pieces the glass on the floor. The shattered window has been cleaned up but there are those small pieces that will catch you by surprise.
If I were free to fly, I might fly towards there. That paradise seems so intriguing, yet I'm here in my own little paradise, with a promise to stay. It too far away anyways, in more ways than one. But I'm looking through the window, the music playing gently in my mind, nothing else. That is all, and yet there are unseen things going on.
I wasn't rejected for once in my miserable life. But it's gone now. It was a test. I think I passed. I don't know. I'll never get the results. It's locked up. And the whirlwind just keeps going.
Huh??
Date: 2009-07-05 10:16 pm (UTC)Re: Huh??
Date: 2009-07-05 10:47 pm (UTC)