walk, and walk, and go to the south side of the hill.
head out of this dark neighborhood wearing a big coat, hood, and hip-hop skate boy shoes.
call me when you're ready to talk again.
don't digress to those easy places so easily...
(comfortable places soft with pillows and mental hum to drone out any real possible sound.)
cheap is the fix and cheap is the want to fix you up for me to see you looking so nice. it seems as though it might have been easier for me to have never seen you in those nice clothes, seen you over diner, seen you with hope in my eyes because there was some sort of light in yours.
or maybe i imagined that.
often times we see the things that are not there because we are selfish in our perceptions and cannot help but see jesus in the sky because we cannot bear the thought of being alone.
And goes. And goes. And goes.
To all the wrong places.
Wrong people.
Wrong lesson plans planned out late in the night,
late when there is no way to see other than these artificial bulbs.
There is no way to go the right way now.
There is no such thing.
And every time there is something that might keep me around this neighborhood I kill it faster than I kill the spiders that keep creeping in my room.
And I tell the corpse of what could have been all about it except for the thing is already dead.
And there is no way to save the junkies and addicts and self destructive fucks from destroying it for all of us. There is no way to see clearly when the air is constantly cloudy or dark.
Welcome to Minnesota in January.