Weeks I spent looking out of windows,
Light passed with minutes to days,
Sitting,
A million times I’ve sat like this
Begging the adventures I’ve imagined,
Memories my closest friends,
Desire – only possesing.
A passenger sitting silently
Black nights with their blanket of silence,
Life moving past stories not unfolding,
Claustraphobia the silent anxiety,
Screaming.
Spring passes it’s peak,
I wonder,
Standing on the edge of time,
Summer’s siestas are boring.
Distance has found its partner,
For that separation we wait
We could touch,
But what would be the point.
Still light explains nothing,
Just movement,
The glowing is a fiction
Fairies on flowers, sweet visions for children,
Fantasies for me,
Dear, dear life,
I’m sitting,
Weeks, minutes, days,
Sitting.
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 17, 2009 at 1:35 AM UTC
Weeks I spent looking out of windows,
Light passed with minutes to days,
Sitting,
A million times I’ve sat like this
Begging the adventures I’ve imagined,
Memories my closest friends,
Desire – only possesing.
A passenger sitting silently
Black nights with their blanket of silence,
Life moving past stories not unfolding,
Claustraphobia the silent anxiety,
Screaming.
Spring passes it’s peak,
I wonder,
Standing on the edge of time,
Summer’s siestas are boring.
Distance has found its partner,
For that separation we wait
We could touch,
But what would be the point.
Still light explains nothing,
Just movement,
The glowing is a fiction
Fairies on flowers, sweet visions for children,
Fantasies for me,
Dear, dear life,
I’m sitting,
Weeks, minutes, days,
Sitting.
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