Feel my head spin out with no one to recover
Over correct and its all a blur
Can't feel My face- can't move my toes
Stuck in a hold, the light starts to close
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
A Life Made Up in My Head Pt. 2
Mr. Roberts sits on the corner of Division St. and Atwood Ave. Just 2 blocks down from the appointed place. At the appointed time- I see the lights flash on- then off. Then on again.
Mr. Roberts stays in one place- not moving to see what happens, not going when things get sad.
Wait.
Every breath, inhale. exhale....
Dine. Do what you have to do to pass some time. I've been looking at this place for so long in my mind that it is a part of my reality. What is real to you, may not be real to me. Relativity.
People go in and out of the country selling their things, someone holds worth, someone finds beauty in the old things you found when you were cleaning the attic one day. Faces smile in anticipation, some smile with satisfaction, knowing that the money in their hand will get them in- to this place. The place one block from Division, Corscot will bring you closer to your destination.
Standing- I can't believe my eyes. I sit down, knowing that this is what is real, and all other impressions and ideas were fiction. Imagination runs desperate to create something out of nothing but your words.
Half in the now, half in the past- I stand up and take your advice. Go see the show, See the lights, it's a wonderful old place, and the feeling is magical.
One please.
I enter- Where you entered, I sit where you sat, I close my eyes and paint pictures of the things we would have seen, in the life I would have had, if I'd only chose to stay trapped in an imaginary love with a girl that loves her cat, and earl grey.
Mr. Roberts stays in one place- not moving to see what happens, not going when things get sad.
Wait.
Every breath, inhale. exhale....
Dine. Do what you have to do to pass some time. I've been looking at this place for so long in my mind that it is a part of my reality. What is real to you, may not be real to me. Relativity.
People go in and out of the country selling their things, someone holds worth, someone finds beauty in the old things you found when you were cleaning the attic one day. Faces smile in anticipation, some smile with satisfaction, knowing that the money in their hand will get them in- to this place. The place one block from Division, Corscot will bring you closer to your destination.
Standing- I can't believe my eyes. I sit down, knowing that this is what is real, and all other impressions and ideas were fiction. Imagination runs desperate to create something out of nothing but your words.
Half in the now, half in the past- I stand up and take your advice. Go see the show, See the lights, it's a wonderful old place, and the feeling is magical.
One please.
I enter- Where you entered, I sit where you sat, I close my eyes and paint pictures of the things we would have seen, in the life I would have had, if I'd only chose to stay trapped in an imaginary love with a girl that loves her cat, and earl grey.
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