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Alaska Dec 2013
I care too much what others think of me.
Why
I don't know
I can't change.
Alaska Dec 2013
I care too much what others think of me.
Why
I don't know
I can't change.
Alaska Dec 2013
I think
we only
get a little magic.

People
spend all their lives
wishing for love

only to find
they needed the magic
to make it last.
Alaska Dec 2013
I am laughing,
not beautiful,
tears squeezed out,
snorting and hiccupping
as I gasp for breath.
Perhaps it is beautiful
for its truth.

Sailing
faster and faster,
faster than I can
think
or breathe
or scream
to the dusty corners of the universe.

He swears
his eyes are mysterious
and I peer into them
to check,
but I know
they are not
for I fear the unknown.

Mid-air,
questioning
and pulling back
to save myself
but it is too late,
I have
lost control.

He watches
as I sit on the floor
singing loudly
as if I were alone.
Then
he joins in
and I am not alone.

Where am I going
What am I doing
Who
even
am I
If only
I knew...

Sunshine
and fingers laced together,
I smile
a small, small
smile
and give in.
He smiles back.

In this world
people are nothing.
Less than nothing.
Nothingless.
But he whispers
in my ear
and I am something.
Alaska Nov 2013
Wish I were there.
Why?
I dunno, I just
love the highway at night.
Why?

There's something
about that light
green
red
yellow
specks of humanity
because,
in the end,
what more are we than specks?
Humans, moving
through the night
speeding
                 faster
                           and faster
until everything
stands still
under a blanket
of thick silence
and blurred stars.
And our lives,
our souls,
escape
through the windows
into the blur
of the green
and the red
and the yellow,
stretched in the sky
with the stars.
          ...

Oh.
Y'know?
Yeah, I know.

— The End —