Wednesday, September 24, 2008

This game called Love

That shit was like a game of tag
I'd run and you'd catch me.
Like playgrounds of elementary schools our feet slapped on blacktop
That game of tag should go in the record books
23 thousand, 4 hundred, and 63 inhales
I never exhaled


This relationship is truly a game of tag and one day I am going to stop playing...
*sigh*
But for now I love you

Sunday, September 21, 2008

One of the worst feelings in the world is the few seconds after you awake from a dream. For just a few mere seconds you are stuck in a realm between reality and whatever fantasy you were living in during your sleep. The worst feeling ever is when the deceased appear in your dream. Reassuring you that they never left, they'd been on earth all along. Then you wake up. And for just a FEW seconds, you grasp onto that dream. You pray that truth laid in the words you heard while asleep. They had never left. Then reality sinks in. You are awake. They are gone.