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"When I'm sick I don't think my brain runs to my head...I mean, I don't think my blood runs to my oxygen...no, I mean I don't think my blood runs to my brain! You see what I mean?"
Invisible - Sept 25/03
A gentle hum surrounds me
the sound of utter solitude
a vision of loneliness
in a dark room.
It seems that always
I am here alone
never am I party
to the laughter
drifting into my chamber
from below
Why am I so different
that I cannot laugh?
Why is it that I
am always distanced?
There is always a gap
a treachorous and bloody
leap from me to
the otherside where
grass is greener
the sun shines brighter
I am invisible here
on my lonely cliffs edge
I have no enemies
yet not have I friends
When I need a kindred spirit
all I have is a payphone
a dialtone, an empty pocket
Now I'm left again by myself
in this world of comraderie
Where I cannot belong
questions, comments concerns? Let me know. I'm quite proud of it really - has been added to my Creative creative page as well.
I think thats all for updates...um...I know have a keyboard in my already too small room with no electrical outlets...makes sense eh?
posted by
that girl at 5:55:00 p.m.
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