shady blurred street on a wet night in eastern europe before we return on the closely watched train and this complex life and we're all damaged somewhat, aren't we? and that's why i hide, isn't it? that's why i run from those moments of light because i'm afraid that the compass is spinning out of control because no one will tell me where north is so i end up in reno and it leads to another spin of the compass...and i end up fearing lost and run to another temporary signpost...and run and run and run.
haven't had a dream in a long time...see, the life i've had...can make a good grrl bad...so for once in my life...let me get what i want...lord knows, it would be the first time...
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