shes not in the darkroom. and no one has grabbed her waist or kissed her neck. in fact, if you ask me, i think shes still in her head.
i mean really... it would have been long enough if it was flat and white, it would have been long enough if it were full of flowers and birds. but i am quite tired of it especially when i keep nearly falling off the cliff. *looks at map* this isn't the path i wanted to take.
doesn't life seem to drag sometimes? i mean, when you go to the same bed every night and your head wants to ache from having to sink into the same pillows and the same sleep. and every morning you try to look at your watch but can't, because your eyes are too blurry... it gets tiresome...
but the 4am blackbird is lovely, in swirling sleepiness... gosh... it sounds almost human. its light out at 4 now. or its dawn at least.
tiredness. that is it. tiredness. that is it. tiredness. that is it. tiredness.
oh it just goes in circles.
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but the path is there and it has sides and a direction and its top is like a soul under your feet. was the other path so worthy? did it drive the right direction? Are you sure? How do you know it didn't have a nasty call smith or someone along the way? Perhaps the unchosen path is a gift, a redemption. from what you may never know, but you may not need to. Don't look too hard behind you the is a fork and it is sharp. on the path you are you cant see what you wanted, what you thought. but, aren't there birds everywhere, near the flowers with their seeds for life. owl finches like grass seeds. did you see them over there? some wanted to fly to you, and I wanted them to too.
What are beds for? for sleeping in or for rising from?
the thinking is in your creative hands, you can shape the thought, if you will. slaves get chained to the i wishes. wishes are free of chains. pillows are good, even I have one.
watches ... are for watching but who watches the watcher of the watch. I suppose it could be the ceiling if i look hard enough.
don't mind too much of what I write. I just finished 5000 words, to post to uni tomorrow, and I have a few left over. you can have them if you want. some are good others were deleted but wouldnt go away.
when the 5000 return to me i will be a marked man
why are you so tired dear one? talk to me. i will hear you if you want me to.
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