on the train with a cold,
i repel commuters.
i hack into my fist, sigh, let my chest ache and i
can feel people wish they could inch away from me.
i’m diseased!
Archive for April, 2009
How can my heart be this laden,
when I feel so barren?
(desert with no sand)
i have a dress that used to be loved intensely.
it sits in my closet and looks at me
forlornly, hoping that
some day i will
pick it up,
dust it off,
and twirl in it again.
I’ve come to the realization that I hang out with the bad crowd sometimes.
You know those people. A lot of these people smoke and drink underage, a few of them are gay, all of them swear their motherfuckin’ heads off, some of them put getting as high as a kite on their to do list regularly, a fair bit of them have taken joy rides on abandonned trolleys on highways at 10:00pm (Don’t ask how I know this), my parents would hate them if they knew about them. With good reason. I don’t do any of these things.
Except maybe smoke, if my friends are feeling generous. And there’s nothing wrong with a joyride. I think.
But I hang out with them sometimes because they are a good time. They make me laugh, and they like me for who I am. I don’t care about substance abuse if you’re like this. If you’re a sex/food/drug/whatever addict, I don’t care, as long you’re not a dickhead. Then it’s alright. My morals are pretty weak. But it’s okay, because I turned out okay.
Listening to Bob Dylan is like listening to
your bones and arteries and heart sing to you,
and tell you what they’ve wanted to say
since they started growing with your body.
I’m in the middle of completing the long and arduous task of cleaning up my tags and categories. I planned to do it all in one hit, but I am just too tired right now so I’ll do the rest tomorrow. So don’t get all distressed about the half-baked nature of my little blog right now, two people that visit this blog.
