reading reading reading.
sleeping sleeping sleeping.
dreaming dreaming dreaming.
watching watching watching.
waiting waiting waiting.
listening listening listening.
seeing seeing seeing.
repeat.
but i don't care. i'll sit here in front of this computer's fluorescent tones. and listen to these same 4/4 beats. read over the same words. nothing new, nothing real. nothing i can hold onto.
perhaps tomorrow i'll go downtown and hitch a train, tramp style.
and i don't know, i'd just give anything for a distraction from my grey-scale life.
because something may change, but it's only another shade of grey. and grey will always be grey. never white, not even black, and never any other color. grey. or gray? really, i think the name confusion is the only intersting/exciting thing about grey/gray.
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This is the writing of the whiner's bio.
About Me
To Love:
I didn't ask you to stay. But you stayed.
I never asked you who you were
Or what you wanted. You were simply there.
What did you want from me, love? Was I not stronger alone?
And did I ever need you? But stay a bit longer.
Not long until they stop asking how I am
and I stop answering, "Fine."
Everyone can tell at a glance: You are here.
If you ever leave me
I will go with you.
I never asked you who you were
Or what you wanted. You were simply there.
What did you want from me, love? Was I not stronger alone?
And did I ever need you? But stay a bit longer.
Not long until they stop asking how I am
and I stop answering, "Fine."
Everyone can tell at a glance: You are here.
If you ever leave me
I will go with you.
2 comments:
i completely agree with the grey life style. and after reading all of the greys in this post..i have been forced to listen to Grey Room, by the wonderful Damien Rice.
haha fantastic!
he is pretty darn wonderful.
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