5/10/2011

nights like these. speaking to the sidewalks. waiting for the streets. to get back to me. haunting this hometown. like a ghost who never knew. safe haven or where to rest sound. kicking over trash cans and running out in front of cars. general disarray keeping this mind awake. midnight leads to morning. and the six hours between are blurred. caught on distance and dissent. and nothing learned. kick these feet up the curb. fall face flat but I’m not hurt. it’s a wicked way to live. when you haven’t the heart to give. a single shit about the town you live in. and I’m forever eager to escape. begging for time zones. to give me back days. I’m missing out on hours. I’d give anything to replay. take old roads until I’m home. though home may not exist. at least if I never find it. I’ll know why I feel like this.