a plane came through the clouds. its lights first then the nose.
it was cold enough to put my cigarette out just in the air. i breathed the longest glowing cherry and then threw it away while it sizzled in the dirt.
youll never find my body dead and cold. itll always be floating somewhere.
sometimes i wonder. if i ask, will there be an answer. sometimes i want to say, if there is anything to be anything, give me a sign.
but there are always signs. mostly not related but they are there. and we take them to the heart and live on thinking that weve been touched.
lets set one thing straight, for other people i will do anything. i will burn the world or rebuild it. and if its neccesary, i will leave it alone. but for myself, i only consume because i have never known it before.
i have been coming into myself by catering to myself. but im not sure if that is coming into myself at all.
maybe if there was something that said, "easy" or "hard." wed all accept things a lot more readily.
tonight i saw the face of my past but also of things to come. it all looked the same.
im not sure if that is a good thing or not. it probably doesnt mean a thing.
we are never stuck or fixed, just the things around us. were always changing, but only individual things. and if you are looking from a certain angle, that means nothing is really moving at all.