There were lost shapes, soundless motives that melted away. there was a beckoning calling, out deep from some dark black swirling vaccum. Trepidating bones summoned in curling gestures. Come and taste this inky ocean. You know that reaching light?, all the tiny dots that make it up? How endless could that be? I wonder what i'd be without any idea of who i should be. Everyday i wake up and i know i'm art. moulded and borne into iron and fire. softly broken by the silent air and endless ravines. i forget sometimes. I don't want to forget sometimes. You make me so special and real. So little and unique. you make me older each moment. And life only gets more beautiful with each step. How did i get this far? eight years old in autumn, kicking up the rusted leaves, whistling and spinning in toe stepped circles. Come twelve summers gone, the leaves are still dropping off, like the lost light behind departed eyes. And i knew you once. So long ago, since you left and took your sul with you, firey burnt up to some more wild intoxicating place. We keep looking at 'ought to, ought to...' but i've lost some friends, so don't try to stop me please. don't bother, to put me down in any way. don;t give me your views, your oppression or apin. it's not mine, i don't want it, and i don;t believe in it. anymore. you're justa lost soul, lik msyelf, so lets get lost together...you go your way, i'll go mine. and one day....i'll never see you again. take me away. i can't handle their pain... it's so distracted and unorigional. her opinions bore and depress me. she can't see a thing and it makes me mad. so sad. so kind of stupid. unfree. i wish she would be free. for fucks sake just be free.
