the person who i end up with is going to have to understand that they will live with never understanding my thought process. the train makes me late all the time and i don’t think before i say things but i don’t believe in time or the point of listening to my inner monologue. it takes too much time to analyze what i should of said rather than wasting more time than i need to make a decision. i do what i want and i won’t pay attention to rules or permission. anything they can do i can do different. i try not to plan things more in advance than the wednesday after next and i always forget until i have to choose to dismiss fifteen minutes before an appointment. if i have cash in my pocket book then consider it spent on knees highs and panties instead of doing my laundry. i’m not bad girl i swear you could take me home to your mum if she had given you balls. call me if you want some.
Archive for January, 2009
i saw the horizon rise from across the line where blue met blue and i let you go inside the footsteps you made in the sand when i followed. i have a stamp on my passport to prove i have been there and done that only to board up the windows when i left those palm trees and blue skies inside of your shadows. when its below zero its harder to be alone and when it snows i hope my pilot light doesn’t go out only because this is when i depend on it most. you’re free to do as you please and i promise i won’t bother you if the moon glows that honey color when its hangs low. remember that old saying everybody knows that goes all good things must come to an end but that person never said whether or not that close could mean the start of plus one sorrow beginning. once upon a time i believed you when you told me i was no more than a small part of your big image but then i guess i must not have been listening. my hypothesis is that we both simply have been playing pretend so you can cover your eyes and count on me disappearing by the time you reach ten.