i'm beginning to think that the things in my head don't have any music. i think that i will sit and wait until a stack of muddy clouds brings in rain from all sides. yes, it's so simple to wake up and smile and run out the door, calling out the names of all the people that i tuck away in my heart. it doesn't want to come out of me. someone let something slip inside my blood and now all i want to do is water the plants and hide off where i won't be able to hear myself anymore. then there's all of these places that wait and cry out for me but i can't wait for them to pull their hands out of their pockets to give me time. i am fallen.
keep me to yourself. keep me up tonight. keep me from climbing up to the place in my head where i wear a mask and sit neatly in the middle of a long, dirty stage and all of the thinning, sick and bleeding people lay at my feet and tell me to become their story. i have been sitting there for a long time now. please, keep me all to yourself.
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