it's taking forever to move my hands across
the keyboard where i sit and write
spilling my feelings to strangers
i swore nirvana would always be my favourite band
but people change and i used to be so angry
i hated the world and people in it
and the familiar scream of pain in the music
made me feel something and nothing
at the same time.
run on sentences are beautiful because it's almost as if everything you want to say is spilling out and you can't keep them from pouring from your mouth or your mind or your soul
smoking with my friends is beautiful
because the people i've known for the shortest amount of time
are the ones who are closest to me
my phone lit up with the names of people i haven't talked to in years
because they care enough to ask me if i'm ok
when my desperate cries for help aren't heard by anyone in the city
washington, d.c. is so beautiful
but the people in the city
walk by with their heads down
and i wonder if they think
it takes forever to move their feet
just like it's taking me forever
to get my words written down.