So I sit back in my freshly painted
Living room.

Neon yellow just didn't do it any  
More. That colour blind landlord

Might actually have cost me a
**** fine relationship.

I'm painting over few, ugly fights,
Intense passion, selfless love alike.

White. It's a Gandalf-like rebirth,
This coming back to myself.

I sit smiling in my freshly painted
Living room. Just some man

Waiting to be asked why he's
Grinning like that.

I've painted every wall of my home
The colour of canvas.

I am obsessed with my own mortality
or maybe the fact that I believe I am immortal
how could I die?
how could any thought of mine be final?
it can't just end
I wake up everyday
eyes peeled wide
and comfortably rise from where I lay

sure others pass
but they are not me
they don't walk in my shoes
they don't see what I see
they aren't special
and I am because well...
because I believe I am
I just know I can tell

but maybe there's truth to what they say
the groundwork which they lay
treasure life every second
because it could end any day
it's sobering
to think you're nothing but a ticking timer
that someday it will eventually end
that whatever you have won't last forever

i wish to unmeet you
         only to meet you again.

I'd like to make a Gilded Cage
Just so I could Break it
I'd like to drop into a Hole
Just so I could Climb It
I'd like to shuffle all the pieces
Just to rearrange It
I'd like to break one of my Bones
Just so I could Heal It
I'd like to rocket straight into Space
Just to travel to It

And Then.....

I'd like a Dream to become my Life
So my Life could become a Dream
Nothing to Differentiate
My Waking Life from Sleep

four more hours to this
workday.
four more hours to the
weekend
four more hours to the
washing, cleaning,
cooking, planning,shopping,
four more hours, til i swap
this job for my other.....
god i am so tired...