Looking through all these layers,
I see that glee that encompassed even tears
The carpet from the room, paint from the walls
The ceramic head that sat on the coffee table was dusty last fall...
Oooh, remember the chalk, the metal, the sole of our shoes
That one room in the corner where our hearts were warm
The snow on the hill, the rum afterwards to clear the blues
That one evening on Linden when we sang our songs.
Then there was that day when I laid around,
No, never mind. That was more than just a day
I could sense the amazon coming, I was proud
Pretending to do what I thought would work, play...
Beautiful smiles
Endless tears
Goosebumps crawling
Rushing emotions.
Time out, the bench is getting awfully empty
I feel its crucial to alleviate my thoughts
Let those neurons stop, just freeze
So beautiful it is to be content with simple jots
This is what I will do.
Wake up, open my eyes and smile.
Don't need reason, fine, because the sky is blue.
Oh, also because I like my bathroom tiles.
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