EmzoidBooshFan
03/18/09, 12:27 PM
The leaves shadows form a pattern as the sun peaks through the emerald trees.
And I’m alone again.
‘Don’t go on your own, you’ll get lonely’.. they say.
But They’re wrong.
My brain is consumed with thoughts.
From when the bird’s Sunrise starts to when the trees glow orange
with the misty sunset.
Thoughts.
Of life… and my problems.
If only I could rub them from my mind.
But they are the scratch on the oak table,
The permanent pen on the board,
The dent in the car door,
The one thing that isn’t going to go away easily…
So maybe that’s why.. I like being alone..
Helps me think.
And I’m alone again.
‘Don’t go on your own, you’ll get lonely’.. they say.
But They’re wrong.
My brain is consumed with thoughts.
From when the bird’s Sunrise starts to when the trees glow orange
with the misty sunset.
Thoughts.
Of life… and my problems.
If only I could rub them from my mind.
But they are the scratch on the oak table,
The permanent pen on the board,
The dent in the car door,
The one thing that isn’t going to go away easily…
So maybe that’s why.. I like being alone..
Helps me think.