you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

4:56:00 PM
Thursday, August 31, 2006
bop to the top

sometimes i want so hard to like what i see to say what i feel to think to think and to seek what i know i won't be able to find.

sometimes i don't know who's speaking my thoughts, who's making the decisions that i make, who's the me who's constantly lifting and pulling me down

sometimes i feel this emptiness as though there should be something more but i just can't put a finger on it cos it only feels that way for a while, when i'm quiet and listening, just listening

sometimes i feel nothing and i pretend to empathize to relate to feel and then i'll feel guilty cos i never let anything out, never ever unless i have to

sometimes when it feels too hard too heavy, i keep on dreaming hoping wishing praying that the weight goes away even when i know it never does

it never does.


an emo moment.
trying to keep life in perspective i guess.


oh GOD. stop me. i'm becoming cynical.

honesty is the best policy