Thursday, December 11, 2008

Sometimes something makes no sense.
Other times something makes perfect sense.


But cries in soliloquy meant nothing.
Nothing, if not heard.

But why must it be heard?
why?



and now kisses meant more.
so much more.
But why?
Too many special ones?



If we could, we would.
Lock ourselves behind wooden bridges.
Praying,
praying that we will survive somehow.
atleast,
atleast for a weekend.


no, just one day.
How about one day?



no, no.
don't swallow the key.
It gets dark
sometimes.
the choir tunes.....

oh the choir tunes....
the splash of harmony, dense, dense with matched notes.
shades of everything.


but some don't really think that way.
they don't.
they just don't

What are you learning to be boy?
do u like wat u are becoming boy?
do u feel anything at all boy?


the tunes....
still ringing.
still ringing.


tomorrow will get u though the next day.
promise yourself.


a slap from reality might bring me back.
But your tears are more effective.
oh oh oh.


force me a smile.
or maybe pull my plugs.
cross out everything.
materialise materialise
make me proud of my own creation.




or atleast try.



are you aware?
You will not split your personality.


if only.
The reason was clear....




but it made no sense.
other times it makes perfect sense.

♥/LiterallyTom/1:11 AM