the secret language of crickets

Saturday, November 1, 2008

wishful thinking

lake effect kid: in case i wasn't the only one wondering. woe-begone, baby gone.

funny how it can work out. that little record spinning in a dark corner of the room makes the world stop. i know what i'm going to do. i was born for that city and that city was made for me. for all of us who have certain words and hearts in common. i've been a coward my whole life. now its time to "do what scares me the most". i'll go it alone if i have to. they say you don't regret the things you do- but the things you don't. i won't stay here and turn to dust like the rest of them. i refuse to live a rinse and repeat life. i refuse to be less than what i am.

"saturday..."

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