black rose
12/12/06, 02:35 PM
it's basically supposed to metaphorically describe what happened when i was little to my dad and how i have to deal with the situation now and forever.
rip it apart.
Clocks
Clandestine travels and fleeting decisions take off between the woods. Don’t make a sound; take heed with your emotions that seem to always have something to say.
Quickly through the whipping trees, she slides between them all. She never seems to win, but never seems to lose. The storm is rising and she keeps forgetting why she’s out tonight.
Just keep running.
Just keep working.
Split ideas- set her off on the left. Still confused but she’s not going to stop to admit she’s wrong. It’s always been easier to go at something fast than to not go at it at all.
Trees keep whipping, and she keeps tripping over branches and rocks. Keep breathing, in and out. In and out. Don’t think, just do.
She’s to the edge of the forest with no where to go. Twirl around, looking for an exit, a way out – a dream. Nothing comes forth, so take a deep breath.
This is admittance.
This is home.
rip it apart.
Clocks
Clandestine travels and fleeting decisions take off between the woods. Don’t make a sound; take heed with your emotions that seem to always have something to say.
Quickly through the whipping trees, she slides between them all. She never seems to win, but never seems to lose. The storm is rising and she keeps forgetting why she’s out tonight.
Just keep running.
Just keep working.
Split ideas- set her off on the left. Still confused but she’s not going to stop to admit she’s wrong. It’s always been easier to go at something fast than to not go at it at all.
Trees keep whipping, and she keeps tripping over branches and rocks. Keep breathing, in and out. In and out. Don’t think, just do.
She’s to the edge of the forest with no where to go. Twirl around, looking for an exit, a way out – a dream. Nothing comes forth, so take a deep breath.
This is admittance.
This is home.