Sunday, March 7, 2010

a story for supper

for a moment, we were infinite
headlights exposed our vulnerabilities
but the scenery didn’t mind.

Gazing at a skyless night
such an endless expanse that i fell into
cheap thrill seeking never elicited such an invincible feeling

in this world, we are nothing
yet i can be nothing, have nothing
if all i can have is you
but i can’t.
You already have your something.

In that moment, we were infinite
headlights couldn’t change the world
i gladly fell into the blackness that beckoned
with you, i thought i could fly




my thoughts are cluttered and my mind, distracted. i feel too exhausted for life right now; too tired to exist. once again, the prospect of year twelve (and resuming class tomorrow) is compressing my skull in a violent manner. let me out of here

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