but is anything normal in my mind of disconnection and discontentment? i guess that's where the sleeping dog lies under your bed, where it sags in the middle with the weight of your pelvis, occasionally the sweat of some faceless girl next to you drips down through the sheets and the mattress. she thinks she matters like atoms connecting in the universe, but i know that your heart really sleeps in the cracking pavement of my driveway; our stage. i don't suppose you know anything about space and time, but i do, and the fact of the matter is this: quantum physics means nothing when you're lying next to me. my hands, my feet, my arms, my torso: murphy's law. your eyes up at mine in the pale and unforgiving summer sun, the eve of august, when footsteps were all that mattered. what happened to every secret we buried in the sand? well, all knowing third person narrator, you omniscient sole, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT TAKES TO STAND THIS TALL?
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
February 18th, 2008
but is anything normal in my mind of disconnection and discontentment? i guess that's where the sleeping dog lies under your bed, where it sags in the middle with the weight of your pelvis, occasionally the sweat of some faceless girl next to you drips down through the sheets and the mattress. she thinks she matters like atoms connecting in the universe, but i know that your heart really sleeps in the cracking pavement of my driveway; our stage. i don't suppose you know anything about space and time, but i do, and the fact of the matter is this: quantum physics means nothing when you're lying next to me. my hands, my feet, my arms, my torso: murphy's law. your eyes up at mine in the pale and unforgiving summer sun, the eve of august, when footsteps were all that mattered. what happened to every secret we buried in the sand? well, all knowing third person narrator, you omniscient sole, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT TAKES TO STAND THIS TALL?
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