this is the beginning of something beautiful.
Kind of Like Spitting | Dodge DartFrom my house to the bus stop I see a Dodge Dart. I fall off and it gets scary in my heart again. Well I didn’t choose this. Clenched fists and cold breath. Pissed off that we blew it. And my best behavior is to be on my behavior next time you lay eyes on me.
Kind Of Like Spitting | 1330 Oak 1995
Now I know that I will become everything I hate eventually
what i think game of thrones is about based on stuff people say around me and on internet
as i got (get) older, i can (could) feel myself become less and less genuine. someone once told me,
"You have the ability to make everyone as an individual feel special."
i have lost that.
just a face on a bus, that is what i’ve become. the bus is windowless and the inconsistent flickering of the florescent light is pounding in my chest.
"Blend in, blend in" as i inhale and exhale slowly. all these years are blending like concrete to kill sidewalk cracks.
keeping my head down is one way to live, but i’m new in town and there is so much to see. or at lease thats what they tell me.
eyeing the ground is a lot less pretty when you’re standing on a mirror.
my face asks “whats wrong?” as my tired eyes break my spirt.
i walk over the glass and spit on my image.
there is no going back, but i don’t tie my shoes because i am a strong believer in “wiggle room.” equally as claustrophobic, i find all exists upon entering.