is this about you? lets sit together and find out what each post means
none of them are about you, yet all are about you.
none of them are about me and yet everything is me
you knowing me for a second was enough to know me my whole life
why do you search for me in these words? i cannot be found here
i was here when i was young; i was these words at that time
i am beyond now, i cross the sands of time.
no need to sit with anyone & reminisce about me
i am drinking cheap beer now below an oak tree
and writing stories about a life i live and unlived
about a drunk girl with short hair i almost kissed,
don’ t give it a thought, she doesn’t exist.
or a girl that kissed me, and my head went numb
she was sunshine and rain, my heart skipped a beat
my dreams, my ambitions, my myth, my lies
my pain, my laughter, my soul, my eyes
can you actually find it in these words?
can anyone find anyone here?
we are stranded on a piece of rock flying at break neck speed across the universe where only darkness exists
where people live for themselves, full of foul and deceit
where people are consumed by their insecurities and jealousy
bitching, moaning and complaining; beyond redemption and saving
hating on those that don’t conform, hating on those that have a soul
hating on those they don’t understand, or those that have values while they have none
sons of bitches, runts of cunts. fine, i am leaving, i will sit on the bench.
i know i abused, excuse my french.
don’t look for me here, look for me in my words when we meet
when we sing, dance, talk, laugh and pretend.
but we won’t. stop looking, we’ll not meet again.
as jim morrison once said:
this is the end.
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