conversations with my quiet. - ramblings:
Sep. 9th, 2003
01:59 am - conversations with my quiet.
sometimes the silence surrounds the house
and seems to fill this cluttered room
with such weight
that she just strips away any extra layers
and wonder what it's saying
feet on the bed
facing too many watts in the corner
continuing to ponder every step taken here
boys and drugs and sleeping and nothing
if asked wouldn't control
a goddamn thing
but what is the true winding?
behind the faint tick
"someday i will live consciously"
or thought to herself but the quiet understood
"one of these days i'll be able to count
to 60 times 60 times 24
without having to start over."