Face wiped off from the colors,
hands wrinkled from the water–
Stripped off from all the clothes and accessories,
You’re all the same to me, suitcase of memories.

Woke up when the day was running,
though I stayed in bed until the sun was leaving.
That’s when I knew what the recurring dispositions meant–
You only ever call when it’s convenient.

I’d let it slide,
even though you had a lot to hide.
I did this a thousand times,
not knowing they were already crimes.

And now I’m bursting with emotions.
It's so heavy, like I’m carrying the whole nation.
I took a shot in the dark where the nightingales sing–
Guess I didn’t know what my future would bring.

So I just stayed in bed until the sun was leaving–
–forced myself to sleep, run away from everything.
’cause I always knew what the dispositions meant;
You only ever call when it’s convenient.

- c.s. (120217)