goyoyofosoco
09/06/06, 09:32 PM
I'm missing home, because home is where my heart is, even if I can't remember how the whole thing started. And, this November, I hope you know that we'll be pardoned for the crimes that you and I have never committed, and the wishes that I have cast into the skies will be more than worth the price that asking placed onto my pride. The greens and blues and hues that you have never thought would be of use, often enough to be deserving of a name: All your colors make me hover far above the ground I used to love to stand on.
I'm floating through the atmosphere of consciousness, and having fear inside myself that no-one else could ever measure:
Up to all the expectations that I've been facing after placing you in future destinations, wherever they may be. Up to the way you speak to me and wreak your havoc, openly, and make both of my knees go weak, with cheeks as red as they can be. Up to the faces you've created while I've sat and meditated while dying for the vacated lips that your words come from. Up to the part of me you've changed, when you walked in and re-arranged the numbers on some torn-up page in the biography of a bum.
I'm floating through the atmosphere of consciousness, and having fear inside myself that no-one else could ever measure:
Up to all the expectations that I've been facing after placing you in future destinations, wherever they may be. Up to the way you speak to me and wreak your havoc, openly, and make both of my knees go weak, with cheeks as red as they can be. Up to the faces you've created while I've sat and meditated while dying for the vacated lips that your words come from. Up to the part of me you've changed, when you walked in and re-arranged the numbers on some torn-up page in the biography of a bum.