A flower in an ocean.

Somebody once told me to look at the sky
And see past the shadows.
See it’s not so blue.
It’s vast and it’s empty and it’s falling fast.
For crying out loud
We’re falling fast.

And they told me to stop seeing colour
And they told me it’s all black and white
And they told me that blood is worth shedding
If it sweeps you into the night.

Somebody once told me to stand on a mountain
And see all the small people scurrying.
See them walking
And running
And hurrying
To a place they don’t need to be.
Cause it doesn’t matter if they’re there.
And it doesn’t matter if they’re here.
We’re all just scurrying to nowhere.

And they told me to stop seeing colour
Cause change is just going to be grey
And they told me it’s not worth living
When our lives are just washed away

Like a flower in an ocean
rolling in the storm.
Heading somewhere that is nowhere
to a place that cannot last.
For crying out loud
We’re falling fast.

The spectacles are talking again.

Sometimes I like big writing.
It's bold, and it shouts in your mind
like there are little people running around up there
carrying voice boxes on their shoulders.

Sometimes though, the smaller writing works best.
When you have to squint slightly,
then quickly run upstairs
leaving a desolate laptop buzzing to itself,
while you grab those lonely spectacles
lying dishevelled by the dog eared book you fell asleep on last night.

While you're there though, a twinge of guilt hits you.
That book, it was almost new last night.
The corners were only slightly upturned and the creases not quite so fatal.
Now they're like you got a compass and carefully scarred the cover
with that evil look in your eye.
The one you imagine anybody with a homocidal thought towards a book would have.
Worse than a murderer.

So now you're stuck in these encapsulating thoughts
and the spectacles are hanging wearily from your hand.
"She's thinking about rescuscitating that book isn't she...
She knows it's too late.
Those pages can't be folded back into perplexing straightness.
Look at them. So forlorn. Curled around the endless tails of her thoughts.
Endless tails attached to endless creatures with voice boxes on their shoulders."

And so I must surmise that smaller writing
perhaps
should only be used for those not easily distracted
by the wise voice of their spectacles
or the dying book half buried under their pillow.

But then again...
When you write with larger writing,
you end up gambling
on what you wrote before
And then, really, you're just rambling
as your thoughts disappear to a netherland up-screen.

But that's just crazy.

I want to walk around in circles all day;
metaphorical though.
Otherwise I might get bored.

I want to burrow out my mind,
Cause it's not normal.
Full of idiosyncracies, but the kind no one else knows.

I want to dig holes in the ground
and plant lily's that smell like roses.
Lily's are prettier. But roses; I like the smell.

I want to mismatch the world.
I like boys that smell nice and girls that like mud.
I like blankets that don't make you too hot.
I like tea in the sun
and ice cubes placed carefully on tables.
They're so graceful when they melt.

I think perhaps my perfect world
would be the one inside my head.
But sometimes, it goes black and white, with blurry lines, and everything's a statue.
And then what?
I guess I'll be stuck.

I'll have to imagine it's a lily when I shut my eyes and smell the rose. But that's just crazy.

Girl.

Fly with your problems,
Cause I got mine...
I guess I don't dress it down.
But you know,
empathy,it's a powerful thing.
People's hearts pump faster with the pain.
Arteries straining under crimson tears.
Hold on tight.
I feel the force behind your fears.

But, girl, I'll love you just the same.
Remember
the fun's not in the game.
Life is real
but it's pointless just the same.
Remember.
Cause I can see it in your eyes sometimes,
that heated thirst before you cry.

You're falling from grace,
and I don't know where to be
when I try to catch you.
Just don't lose your face;
it's a beautiful thing
Dignity.
Yeah, I see the shadows chasing you...
Secrets too far from the horizon
to keep you out of danger.
I can't be your saviour.
But I'll try, girl, I'll try.

And I'll love you just the same.
Remember,
I am your rock.
Your sanity.
The arms beyond the vanity
that the world won't let go.
And when you take your costume off
after the show
Remember
I'll still love you...
Roses aren't dead 'til they fall to the ground.
You're beautiful, yes? Now don't make a sound.