we sit with gazes fixed at nothing in our separate apartment buildings, cradling our hearts (which remain in different states, different counties, and completely different states or stages of disrepair).
i pull my hair from my face and let this videotape play. a cd skips in the distance and in my imagination we are both holding hands and skipping across broken lands.
we sit in our separate homes with stares searing holes through un-ringing telephones. we listen to silence drone as we continue rebuilding rome- for, it's all we know how to do. and even so, we don't know just how to do that very well (yet). admittedly.
admittedly, i'll settle for anything that will get or bring you closer to me. meaning: i'll be your baby- i'll cry in your lap and suck on your breasts for nourishment. meaning: i'll be your woman/man/darling- i'll cry in your lap and suck on your breasts for nourishment. meaning: i'll be a figment of your imagination- you'll think i'm crying on your lap and sucking on your breasts for nourishment.
ain't it neat how words work? or rather, how we make words work for us- best part is: we don't even pay them a salary, we just simply slave-wage rape them until they begin to sing out our inner meanings deeply into this galaxy's infinity.
you know, everything may pass away some day (soon) but those same stars will always hang there next to that same moon as long as this lone world keeps turning.
we sit in our humble abodes- in our lonely rooms- wearing socks with no shoes, wearing tattered and burning clothes, wiping tears from eyes and snot from a stuffy but runny nose, rebuilding rome.
i pull my hair from my face and let this videotape play. a cd skips in the distance and in my imagination we are both holding hands and skipping across broken lands.
we sit in our separate homes with stares searing holes through un-ringing telephones. we listen to silence drone as we continue rebuilding rome- for, it's all we know how to do. and even so, we don't know just how to do that very well (yet). admittedly.
admittedly, i'll settle for anything that will get or bring you closer to me. meaning: i'll be your baby- i'll cry in your lap and suck on your breasts for nourishment. meaning: i'll be your woman/man/darling- i'll cry in your lap and suck on your breasts for nourishment. meaning: i'll be a figment of your imagination- you'll think i'm crying on your lap and sucking on your breasts for nourishment.
ain't it neat how words work? or rather, how we make words work for us- best part is: we don't even pay them a salary, we just simply slave-wage rape them until they begin to sing out our inner meanings deeply into this galaxy's infinity.
you know, everything may pass away some day (soon) but those same stars will always hang there next to that same moon as long as this lone world keeps turning.
we sit in our humble abodes- in our lonely rooms- wearing socks with no shoes, wearing tattered and burning clothes, wiping tears from eyes and snot from a stuffy but runny nose, rebuilding rome.
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