You know, I hesitate to say, that my words actually make someone feel better, these are to personal to actually help someone as far away as the people who read them, but as I was hesitating I found it was the other way around, they're not much, just my random thoughts and trying to put them into these words, characters, bits and bytes, they end up being nothing much but something to read.

But my friend, "Mississippi" and "Snow Angels" were written for her, she understands what I write about, we're actually going thru situations so similar it's crazy, almost scary. She's one of the best.

Thanks Courtney


"LOOP HOLES"

I've been praying for cold, and a reason for me not to
feel this old.
People pass by me daily, unchanged, winded up
enough to self implode.
Rhyming and always giving a reason, people are to
they're own little treasons.

I'm finding a loop hole in a script written for a different person,
someone I probably wasn't supposed to meet, and going against
nature, a chance is taken, if I destroy this universe I'll just watch
the earth crumble beneath my feet. I'll be feeling afraid soon.

I've writing a storyboard of bad movies, lifetimes again
pass by me without noticing.
People are dead inside, getting in line for another day,
I'll fall behind just to follow my own way.
Grazing a ground that's already dead, I'm following a new
stream of water back the way I came.

Finding loop holes in in a storyboard of a different person,
a promise of a rendezvous at home, and going against all
that is known, a chance is taken, If I destroy the universe
I'll just watch, I'll watch the earth crumble below. Until there is none.

Thinking of Isela