Maybe it's because I was walking past him, ever so gently brushing him.
Ever so gently.
That life started to turn. My blood boiled under me.
Does it matter? Hormones...
In the end, it's the heat.
Summer, in my head, is 100.2 .
And add an extra 5 for every turn.
And then I realize, that I'm through.
Like, this monologue, it goes nowhere.
The romantics are everywhere.
But, it's never fine to never change.
Unless it's a good habit? 'cause Talking to yourself ain't.
Ain't ain't a word.
But, maybe it's because I walked past him, ever so gently.
Maybe that's why I cried out a bit inside.
Listening to myself argue between my emotion and the Summer's
And hearing the war reek itself in stride.
Maybe that's why, I know that tomorrow I'll be elated,
Then the day after, I'll explode.
Because I'll forget why I'm frustrated,
Then blast like a hose.
You know all this.
We know all this.
Yet I'm still as stupid is as stupid gets.
But hell, Life is every Moment between Birth and Death. Might as well savor it and 'til it sets.
Lily Venia Vitalis
· Sun Aug 02, 2009 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments