Chummy speaks of Pencil's joke,
I forget about it without second thought.
Waffle speaks of Pencil's singing,
I can't stop my heart from beating faster.
I look at Pencil,
I am apathetic.
Pencil looks at me
I am exstatic.
The worst part is:
I don't think I haven't been this way. Ever.
I shouldn't be this way.
I can't be this way.
I need to be smarter than going this way.
Am I already there?
Can I get out if I am?
I wish I was at the beach.
Note: I think I've gotten a grip. The piano concerto from tonight's (last night's? its after midnight.) concert really cleared my head. Well, didn't clear it, it was more of a 'create imaginitave situations that would be amazing in real life' mind deal. But it was an awesome experiance and I'm glad it happened. (Doppio significati, di il via.)
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