2002-02-22 - 11:35 PM
It's Yet To Be Determined
This is some more of my spontaneous writings - the type of "stream of consciousness" that maybe only I will ever understand. <=0P
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I have my weary stubble, my worn-out look, my faded shirt - all pointing to my slow decay - did it all make it easier for you to throw me away?
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You're more than a million reasons for me to believe...that there's a beauty out there, making people love to live.
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I wrote the words "I love you", all over the fogged up windows of my car. Checked the dial to see if I was still going, or slowing. It's hard to tell, when the world stands still - you're never quite sure if it's all stopped in place, or if it's all going at the same pace. I'm missing home, even though I'd always be alone. It really is the only place I've ever known - the only thing that seems familiar in an unfamiliar universe. So I'm driving - down the lonely road, forever winding, and the air is thick. And I'm daydreaming - but of something really worth dreaming - believing in kids playing in the yard, the children of childhood friends from the start - and really...it's a beautiful thing that I can't wait for. Someday they too, might write those three words on a fogged up window.
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You're the every bit of beautiful, that the world could ever need. And you're the every speck of sunshine it'll take to make my heart smile.
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Feels like fire when you meet with my eyes. Feels like waking up, when I watch you sleep. Feels like I'm missing you more and more, the closer I seem to get. It's not time for the streetlight to nurse you yet. So stay awake for now - we can fall asleep next to each other...and fill the emptiness of a bed.
