Post by Jakazul on Jul 30, 2006 18:27:08 GMT -5
I wasn't really sure what else this would go under, so consider it miscellanious. All comments are welcome.
Being Dead
I’m floating above your house now, watching you through the windows. It’s nothing perverted, nothing… creepy. I just had to see how you were doing. Make sure you were moving on.
I saw my parents yesterday and they are. They’re trying to. I don’t think they’ll ever be the same, but I guess that’s understandable, I just wish I could tell them.
I wish I could tell a lot of people. Tell you. I wish you could know things aren’t so bad. I wish you could know that I’m okay in my own way.
I walked through your room last night and saw you crying yourself to sleep. I wanted so badly to touch your face, run my fingers through your hair and tell you things were alright, but that isn’t possible. I wanted to stomp, slam doors, crash pots and pans, make noise and leave you signs, let you know… But you don’t need that. You have enough going on in your life.
Today I walked through the streets and watched the strangers walking around, never knowing I was there. I went to the museum, went to the library, thought maybe I could read until the world stops and drown all of this out.
It’s like those videos on the discovery channel of flowers in fast forward. Everything around me is going on and I’m stuck frozen. And it’s cold.
Am I here forever?
I want to know that you’re alright, but at the same time I want to forget. I want you to put me out of your mind, I want you to forget. Because I never will.
Copyright Jake Fox 2006, All Rights Reserved
Being Dead
I’m floating above your house now, watching you through the windows. It’s nothing perverted, nothing… creepy. I just had to see how you were doing. Make sure you were moving on.
I saw my parents yesterday and they are. They’re trying to. I don’t think they’ll ever be the same, but I guess that’s understandable, I just wish I could tell them.
I wish I could tell a lot of people. Tell you. I wish you could know things aren’t so bad. I wish you could know that I’m okay in my own way.
I walked through your room last night and saw you crying yourself to sleep. I wanted so badly to touch your face, run my fingers through your hair and tell you things were alright, but that isn’t possible. I wanted to stomp, slam doors, crash pots and pans, make noise and leave you signs, let you know… But you don’t need that. You have enough going on in your life.
Today I walked through the streets and watched the strangers walking around, never knowing I was there. I went to the museum, went to the library, thought maybe I could read until the world stops and drown all of this out.
It’s like those videos on the discovery channel of flowers in fast forward. Everything around me is going on and I’m stuck frozen. And it’s cold.
Am I here forever?
I want to know that you’re alright, but at the same time I want to forget. I want you to put me out of your mind, I want you to forget. Because I never will.
Copyright Jake Fox 2006, All Rights Reserved