Random Thoughts

Out of focus
floating through heat-drenched currents
Arbitrary truths cracking
like so many shells

flung from on high
No soft morsel within
They shatter and turn
into dust.

And I can't breathe.
I can't sift through it all
Second guessing and watching my step
I'd rather dream.

It's always the good ones
that make me cry.

Empty shells.
What was within
no one could say

Maybe this, maybe that.
Speculation leads to hope
the worst sort
of self deception.

You're so perfectly ruined
and I look for reasons
without meaning to

falling into you again and again
I can't stop myself
every time you laugh
my world shatters

when you sing
when you sing...

Posted by Beth at 11:08 PM | Permalink

Originally uploaded Here by **Mary**

It's too early for me to write here, but there's a certain shimmer in the air, outside, where I'm not, and it makes everything softer. Maybe that's why you can't breathe; me, I just can't think.

I've given up really trying. Content to let myself float along when I'm in your presence. I'd still like to melt into you but this is nice too.

I wish I could work harder with less introspection, sometimes. Just focus on one thing at a time until it's perfect, letting everything else fall apart without caring. But I can't. I wonder if that means anything at all.

Posted by Beth at 7:12 PM | Permalink