look for daises, count the stars, water the plants on my window desk. i didnt need a lot - or, at least, i always tend to believe that. just so you let me bring you daises, correct me when i miscount, water them when i forget. tell me how you feel.
as always, the dedication to become happy flew away. its maybe somewhere in asia now, maybe japan, or -possibly- its a step closer to the moon. i stay at work for longer than i should - the numbers, the results, dependency people created on me - that makes me feel good. it makes me feel not alone.
everything was ready for the fight. weapons, mostly the female ones, logistics, soldiers. last minute, im giving up. leaving. running away. very far away. maybe japan, maybe even the moon.
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