mercredi 9 juin 2010

I TALK OUT LOUD LIKE YOU'RE STILL AROUND AND I MISS YOU

In the morning we forget who we are.
It's like all these lives can't be mine. The numerous bodies my hands have touched, touched me back - one more time. In the end you're still seven, trying to make friends in the sandbox. We're siniking and everyone is so complacemt. I rise like bubbles in champagne. I keep my eye on the one ahead, never lose the hunger to move higher, to see clearer, to peak truer. It's getting ready to fall, you know, you're about to lose everything. Start over, with some dirt and you still got your teeth. It's the same old game, up and down. But I'm not done fighting.