You wait till there are too many birds and there is no place for their feathers to come falling. You watch the clouds till they slow down and collect around you. You wait till you realize you have been sitting around for too long and you need to pee. You wait till it gets to you. Then you think how pathetic everything is and write about it.
Nothing done, nothing achieved. You hate when people look at you like that.
"What is your problem?"
"Everyone knows who you are"
You weave their words and unweave till they become your own.
You build walls around you brick by brick.
The red dust of the bricks, the clouds, the birds, the honking cars, your squeaks, are all trapped within you within these walls.
Are you going to let another day pass?
Note: unweave is not a word
your note is incorrect ..
ReplyDeletewell my spell check on blogger says so. Dictionary.com disagrees. I checked all this before putting it there.
ReplyDeleteit just did,like i knew it would
ReplyDeleteit will aways,like evenly baked cake,it will neither burn nor lay unbaked,for every wakin second spent in action or in slumber will lead to the next 24 hours,it never gets wasted
its a lovely word, consider un-lear...tis a word as long as ya blv it to be..duh..how ya doin...? some very nice posts yah..
ReplyDeleteI think you should read Catcher in the Rye. Yoy might be surprised to find your thoughts being echoed.
ReplyDeletevats> Im good. Just too bust to really blog.
ReplyDeleteThat which is you> I will. currently let Plato, Aristotle, Kant, Berkley, Hume, Spinoza, Descartes, Socrates, Shankarachrya, Vivekananda settle in my head.