Here it comes.
Here comes your rainy day.
Everything you've saved for has gone away,
and left you on your own.
The darkened skies and cloudy eyes are on their way.
This time they're really here to stay.
This time they've found their way home.
But don't forget that the sun is shining on you everyday.
Even when you don't see it, its shining brightly anyway.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The shit is oozing right through the walls of my cell. Depravity of the basest essence has taken form, and it seems as though I might drown in this embrace if I should surrender. Oh well. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. But then I realize that the walls of my cell are actually made from this shit. And so is the ceiling. And so is the floor. And so am I.
Just establishing a connection... checking out this crazy new world like some deranged scientist. The experiments continue. The results are inconclusive, but the data is a food that compels me to play with it; sculpt it into a pet, or better yet a friend to hold my darkest confidence. Someday soon.