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By darwin Date: 2005 Jan 27 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.27.13.42.19200]] |
| for all the people who get pissed at me, i don't know why you love me. and i doubt it on days like today when I feel like worn out tread on your old sneakers. just used up and worthless, though once upon a time people couldn't wait to try me on for size. for that one party that someone wanted to show off their new shoes, i was there, but now i'm just this bag floating in the wind. catching the breeze occasionally. of course there are the adages and cliches, i'm just a flower that has lost its bloom. but goddamn it, it makes me so tired of trying. i'm tired of these silly adult friendships that are more frivolous then the ones I had in high school. the ones where it was based on us liking the same boy, or wanting to go check out the cute ones at the basketball tournament that weekend. now it's based on misery and solace at our impending age. what is there to look forward to? is there the age of 21 where suddenly a beer in hand is worth only four hours of sleep every night. or when one finally gets married and thinks that we married the man of our dreams? romance is like latin, a dead language. it's not i'm not madly in love with you either, but i feel so deflated today. i feel like i'm a balloon losing all of it's helium and some bird is going to come over and snatch me. i know your tired too, and i know that all you want to do is lay in bed come the 5:00 hell call beckoning the day to arise. can't we just runaway? can't we just find our own island paradise and romp naked through the surf? where did our idealism go that now we trust only in each other, and the world can just kiss our ass. i remember when hope was all i had in my wallet, and i was willing to give it to anyone who needed a hand out. are we sponges in our lives now? that we soak up intolerance and cruelty of our fellow man. i don't want to feel jaded anymore, i want to know that even though this smog filled world gets to us, that if one thing reigns supreme. it's the truth of love. the truth that here in this urban jungle, we can still feel serenity in the few minutes a day we see each other. isn't that what love is? a haven from the storm, an oasis in the desert? i just know that every time i am thirsty, i can never drink enough of you....and today i need you in a six pack. |