a right is a left and a left is a right

Quite frankly I don’t think YOU or your mom cares and quite frankly, I don’t care either.

Come sit down and lets drink ourselves down the drain. Lets fly high and hope to never drop out of the atmosphere. And lets hope for a better lie.

Lately… lonliness seems to stick like butter on toast; a song to its music; ripples to its pond; that well… FRANKLY, I just don’t care- like the fact that I don’t care I’m overweight, the fact that I don’t care about what happened… and that fact I can’t say no.

Honestly, why do I even bother?

I think that if we could all fly we’d be gone by now, except for the fact my feet are glued to the ground and my wings no longer work; a fragment of my imagination, really.

Because to belong is to accept, just like a writer is to write. A listener is to listen. A leader is to lead. But maybe I have my words mixed up and maybe all that comes out are erroneous. And maybe thats just it.

I’m waiting just as patiently as you are… for that phone call, for that pat on the back, for that idea, for that door to open, for my mind to speak; I’m waiting just as patiently as you are. I’m waiting for it all to return.

That silence, that name, that book, that song, that hat, that word, that noise, that feeling.

Home is where the hoes are at.

Yes, so indeed I’ve come to a certain conclusion that I’m a never ending cycle of not trying.
Of being and not being and seeing and not seeing.
Fug really. PFFT. Lets all make noises together; We’re all one big happy family.

Enough, though.

Its come to the point where I just want to go back to being five and start over. Life isn’t terrible- No, it never was… my teen ramblings go blah. I feel that I couldn’t get any more fatuous than I already am. Lets all go back to pigtails, white shirts, pink sweats, and rainbow bowed, black kung fu shoes.

Yes, lets. We’re all not far from home, so why don’t we all come back? Lets go back to watching Helga bully Arnold, while secretly sprouting love poems. Lets go watch Pokemon and build tents.

Lets. Come with me to Neverland… this time we’ll make it last.