ill live my story.
ill build a river with the water flowing through it
too liquid to be scary, to fluid to be stagnant
ill build a river and its bank
like a plateau wrapped in autumn
and spring in bits
where the grass will write songs and the air shall
dance in harmony with the tune spitted out by transparent clouds
we'll have stars to stare at
ill get my wings unfolded every stormy night
and at other times
when my feet are not engaged in schmoosing
the innocence of wilderness
we really will have some ground and a sky
then, i will be able to recall
every word my eye has ever lain on
though it wont be required nomore.
only the vision will matter then
and a few more senses..
the music will never stop, then.
vacillate, maybe, but not halt
and then my fingers will slowly
turn all the more nimble
and skilled like none other
and there will be kites to fly
ill build my river and your bank
and everything else
the pipe dreams and all these things that mean nothing
will make sense
someday ill make the songs stop sounding like
prayers that fade away into the dreary night.
someday these warped mirrors will sonorously reflect
every living bit of me ..
and you with them.
someday, i'll make sure you exist.
and we'll live.
and i swear im laughing at this shit
wahahhahajkhksa; its just writing at its crappiest :P