I like you better when you're broken
and I am left with the job
of piecing you back together
(barely)
Assembling the puzzle of a broken shell
Cutting my fingers along the way
just to see my favorite shade of red
creep into the crevices
of an old piece of china
(you)
it's not you i love.
but the thought of love
but the thought of being in love
the thought of giving
of getting
it's not you i love.
but the thought of being in love
the thought of giving
of getting
it's not you i love.
Trains
Today I took a train towards south,
but to nowhere in particular.
With each station I passed,
and the blur of people that went with each,
I got nowhere nearer where I was going
only farther from where I had been.
but to nowhere in particular.
With each station I passed,
and the blur of people that went with each,
I got nowhere nearer where I was going
only farther from where I had been.
Some Long-due Imagery
From the west windows, it looked like the sky was in flames. The storm clouds that came with the rain hung ominously over the fiery sky, gigantic cotton candy mushroom clouds. Through the windows at the far end of the train, the orange sky turned softly purple, interspersed with wisps of smoke-gray. But turn your head just a little east-ward, and the whole view was of blue, a deluge worth oceans in volume.
May 23 '11, 6 pm
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