OveriseFan
04/28/06, 01:48 PM
Created from Puzzle Pieces
I stared into the sun for hours on end. Or on commencement. On something. Things have never seemed so perfect. I've gone past perfection to imperfection and back. I hope she understands, because that's not an insult. I wouldn't call it a compliment though ... It's more in the way the wind compliments the leaves ... Swoosh. Left. Swoosh. Right. In see-saw fashion. In last year's fashions. We flipped through a million masks to find our face. The right ones, or the wrong ones. Time will tell. Time will pass. Like if you're standing on a highway watching the cars fly by. So with each swing from the electrical wires, I'll hope that I'll be on my way down soon.
Goodbye Conciousness, Hello Comatose.
I stared into the sun for hours on end. Or on commencement. On something. Things have never seemed so perfect. I've gone past perfection to imperfection and back. I hope she understands, because that's not an insult. I wouldn't call it a compliment though ... It's more in the way the wind compliments the leaves ... Swoosh. Left. Swoosh. Right. In see-saw fashion. In last year's fashions. We flipped through a million masks to find our face. The right ones, or the wrong ones. Time will tell. Time will pass. Like if you're standing on a highway watching the cars fly by. So with each swing from the electrical wires, I'll hope that I'll be on my way down soon.
Goodbye Conciousness, Hello Comatose.