sometimes i wonder if i should keep my thoughts as thoughts. and not let them out of my head. |
2003-06-28 - 3:09 p.m.
in the park, there's a metal train. sort of a jungle gym type thing. you climb on it. i was laying on the top. laying on the black metal bars, the paint chipping off. staring at the trees. this evening, the sun was reflecting off of the leaves and the breeze was blowing and i just layed there and took it all in. when i sat up, i watched him drawing with sidewalk chalk. he was into it, his hair hanging over his face, his left hand moving across the pavement. so i'm watching him. realizing, understanding that this 21-year old boy is the reason that i'm sitting on top of this fucking fake train smiling like an idiot.
he is the reason that i can't sleep at night. the invader of my dreams. the reason i get up in the morning as opposed to sleeping through it as usual. he's the reason i get lost while driving in a place i've lived for over twenty years. he's the reason the reason the reason..
i have so much to say
tree after tree after tree
pen after pen after pencil
words could be invented so i wouldn't run out but there would never be enough
this is frightning to me.
i feel god when our mouths touch
am i getting though?
as i drove him home ,
and spend hours together
laughing at the world
& i'm beginning not to care so much
when he looks at me that way.
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