Tuesday, November 15, 2005

yesterday's people tapping at my window sill

Give me lemon pudding with Green Apple Jones Soda, then I will marry you.

Find me so we can sit on a hill underneath the sky and listen to Sarah Harmer.

My parents like to talk to me when they're drunk. It's becoming bothersome.

The meds are working their magic. Soon I will be fit for society.

While I'm here, all relationships I start will be futile and fleeting. So now you know what hinders me.

Sometimes I should keep my mouth shut.

It was somewhere between sleep and Radiohead's Skatterbrain that memories of you were found. All these things made me think about how we're so alike yet so apart. Neither of us could stay still and remain there. We need constant motion. But I will find you again... I promise.

Posted by Lando Commando @ 11:29 PM