it's been a while,
i've done things i shouldn't but you weren't one of them,
we did nothing so well something happened,
i'm leaving this place soon,
but not you.
but you know i do it right.
all i need is . . . . scribbles. yes.
scribbles and a bottle and my mind comes alive, but my mind is built like a cage, a prison, where nothing living leaves.
so i aint done nothin in ages.
humour me
. . . realize I was God?
Well I was praying and I suddenly realised I was talking to myself.
There are still many things I want to do,
many things I want to say,
many times i want to spend
with you.
I like to think you know x
myself in the hallway last night.
said hello, couldnt stop to chat as i was on the way to the bathroom on an errand for nature.
he looked better than i.
he stopped.
moved to let me past in my rush.
return my greeting.
and smiled a smile that stuck me through.
if i learnt anything. im not sure how to relate it to life.
if i felt anything. im not sure if i'll feel again.