Sunday, January 27, 2008

Bitter, Boil, Blister, Soil.

ok,
finally,
out.
in or around.
forlorning.
okokok.stop.
phew.


tough this time, create what i need to.
i want to share it with you.
ALL.
all of it.
so i will write down a song,
no wait,
not a song.
i will write down a phrase.
no more songs, no more songs.
Write down a phrase and i am magically alone.
or home,
or alone.
I am still a tourist i feel.
Still?
yep.
yes sir.
I want to leave it anyways often.
But find myself oddly attracted to staying.
oh oh oh oh.
ok here is a picture of it.

j.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

come back to arizona! we think you're amazing :D

-Rose

LYNSEY said...

Handsome :)