Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The Fog
The sun is setting, a distant hill
Pour the bottles at the horizon
The water tower bleeds from the heat
Paint the sun, guess my reaction
No retreat, not even in sleep
Days with a new direction
Take that step to the night
Beyond all that has created you
Dead, empty stares
Strike back with the hate of a young man's heart
Sing where you don't dare
I'll meet you there
We're the sunset in the end..
So the holidays are here.. Strangely now, I hardly feel a thing. Okay, now what? Stuck at home with hardly anything to do besides watching online tv shows, getting my ass kicked in video games, finding faults with my sis.. Hmmm.. And I just got some tragic news from my dad: there won't be monthly allowance for two months. Oh wow.. Great.
Note To Self:
like dude, we really need a plan..
oh, and every time my phone beeps,
i get all nervous
but it turns out to be not from you..
maybe i should lay low for a while..
reminisced;
- 11:50 PM