Twirling
March 06, 2002 @ 3:05 p.m.
....your hair is everywhere, screaming infidelities...
Out. Out of my mind. Make sure I'm happy.
Can't you just examine these jewels for eyes and say that they're real?
All I ever see is fake.
And I'm tired of being witness to it.
And I want this week to end. I want to be motivated to end it.
I want my obligations to fade, so that I turn black into the starlight and banish your thoughts like you banished mine.
And the gold arm of the clock winds backwards, tempting me to other auras. And the ether grows thicker.
The more I seem to view and understand the more questions I seek and fail to remember.
I'm searching for what cannot be sought.
And my words, oh how empty awful are they. And my thoughts, oh how simply complicated.
The branches of the willow tree bend and sway, reminding me of my own schism. I explore the fairy wings of the turnpike and laugh at the cause.
Can you see me twirling?
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