Daily Log 10: Short of Words.

Well it’s a big big city and the lights are all out
But it’s as much as I can do you know to figure you out
I am barely twenty-one and there is this weird certainty in my life. A certainty that haunts me and is something I can’t seem to get rid of, it’s the certainty that I will end up with a back injury! I am sitting in the most contorted way while just writing this, you can’t even imagine the stuff I do to my back the entire day. When I close my eyes I can imagine this blue sticky blob. This slimy pastel blue blob that constantly keeps changing its shape and then there are these shiny things that are trapped inside of it. Some things survive longer than others but there are just so many things moving around on that blob. Somehow that’s the best way I can express my thoughts right now. There are a million little thoughts. Shiny things on an everchanging blob and there are just too many of them. This also means that they are not well-formed.
Because I may be a beggar and you may be the queen
I know I may be on a downer I’m still ready to dream
Though it’s three o’clock, the time is just the time it takes for you to talk

Strange how on days you want to talk the most you are short of words.

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