It like there's buzzing in my hands Its like there's buzzing in my body Like my head's rocking backwads and forewards
I see the open window And I want to hang out of it With my weight on my hips Just like. Rocking rocking And. Air
I always need it now And the way the letters look when I type Just fast enough Like theres movement Like i'm busy When i'm only sitting down
Its like the colours have gone inverse around my eyes
Like negative colours swirling Framing everything i see Like its a tunnnel
But i'm not moving through it because the end is big and clear And im already there
I can't have faith that's it (But there is no certainty though in those words i just spoke) How many times i've wished i might be That squirrel up in a tree Free free free free But he'll never go far
I tried to make art yesterday I found paper, tape, pens and magazine A cocktail stick
It looked like ******* I crumpled the paper with oil pastelled hands I stabbed a cocktail stick through the lines Wound the tape, wound the tape.
I poured my tea over it Poured the tea And it bled red From the marks of a red pen
But no now is today Nonoooo why did I go back? Now is shaking. Flies on the glass, But they ruin the dream But they made a new one But they never knew.
Sofa sofa and cardboard boxes Like im in a coat again
Where am I going I'm not there yet I want to fly I was scared to admit it before Or I wasnt sure But i'd like to fly Fly fly
Shaking legs My eyes aren't right not right My eyes are dragging too much Its like the weight's on the bottom Like a hammock but no swinging noo
Why are there sparkles on the floor? Who thought of the teapot plant *** outside? I can see it coz it's white Everything else is black But the giant teapot is white there in the night garden out of the window Who thought of it? Who designed it? How was it made? Where are they now? I hope they stilll make things
Never stop making I'd like to be someone who never stops making And creating But i'd like to be someone who starts making
Spiders think they own their house, Coz they built their web On these walls we built And this house that we made
Hahaha Haha Hahhhhh
But we built our house on somebody's floor, (Or someone's wall Whatever direction they walk in?)
And we built this town on somebody's floor
But I didnt build it No
Labels White sticky labels Only found them again when I no longer needed them
Lets all just live in the world okay Or even no Live where you like
2 rules: Be kind. Make people happy, In the very least Try.
But I dont make the rules Nononono Forget the rules I can't make rules I can't close it No closing Everything just be Everything Spill over Spill over
Open.
Found this from a while ago, not sure what was going through my head at quite a few points. (CRAYON)