terça-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2010

Outra sobre morte; Outro sobre coisa alguma que faça parte da vida real.

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, started making his way past, two in the morning, he hasn't been sober for days. Leaning now into the breeze, remembering sunday, he falls to his knees...They had breakfast together, but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs. Now this place seems familiar to him, she pulled on his hand with a devilish grin, she led him upstairs, left him dying to get in. "Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling, I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams and it's driving me crazy, it seems...I'm gonna ask her to marry me". Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff, who could deny these butterflies they're filling his gut? Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces, he pleads though he tries, but he's only denied, now he's dying to get inside. "The neighbors said she moved away, funny how it rained all day. I didn't think much of it then, but it's starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor to find my whoever, wherever she may be".
"I'm not coming back, (forgive me) I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling), but you'd expect that from me, I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt (you're driving me crazy). Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world from so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head". "I guess I'll go home now".

Yes, I'd expect that from you.

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