Sugar Coated Water Bottle Car Town
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Dec. 27th, 2012 | 02:53 pm
location: Working - Las Vegas Blvd
He sugar coats things - His words a fluid epoxy
Coating my emotions with a thick resin proxy
Leading with pretty phrases just to suck me into the picture
Framed and hammered to your wall – immovable fixture
I watched a bottle roll down a drain on the side of the road today. For what seemed like hours but could only have been a couple of minutes. It reminded me of freedom, in the sense that, there are no obligations, no though to where it’s going or where it will end up. It can’t even THINK . . . ::sigh:: Real Freedom . . . Then the cool air hit me as she opened my car door and slid into a seat already piled with empty Arrowhead water-bottles and broken plastic cups I keep “forgetting” to throw away
“How many?” She asked, cigarette clogging my nasal passages. I don’t smoke. We’re in my car. She doesn’t care…
Please remember how we were – with our dreams in our hands
I can’t pick this apart anymore
I hate that feeling you get at work when your stomach drops and you realize that this isn't where you want to be at all and that sickly stone of resentment and regret drops into the pit of your soul with a resounding THUNK! . . . That feeling you feel all the way from your toes to your throat. . . That feeling that makes you dread waking up the next day. . .
Something hasn't been right in my head for a few weeks. The depression is sinking in again. Settling.
Sometimes I feel like it's just supposed to be there - for how often it stops by.