You can rhyme off all the places you want to be
but will never go. Owning all the maps of every
town and city doesn't mean you're any more
prepared for the future.
[It just means you can print maps off google.]
You say you're tired of being stuck here. But
I know you're scared of the unknown. Just
like you're scared of the dark and spiders and
dying too young.
[You're only getting older, so fly while your
wings are still in one piece.]
You say I'm the one holding you back, you beg
for me to let you go. But the last time I hid the
keys to your car, I hid them in your hands. You
just chose to drop them.
[I think they are unde
You take photographs of clouds wishing you were there.
Wishing you were free to drift with the wind.
Wishing to storm when you felt anger, or pain.
Wishing to be part of the endless, bright blue sky, alone, with, of course the occasional flock of birds and airplane, but you admire those things as well.
I think its just that you wish you could fly, or at least, be above it all.
Never worrying about the smaller things.
You are bigger than that, you are higher, you are taller than the world.
I watched you leave one day, not physically, but emotionally, you left.
You dropped all the wrong you had in your soul and became an entirely
I didn't really know what this was. But kkiller47 told me I should update so here I am.
I haven't been able to come up with anything to paint lately.
I like doing it but it's really something I only do with certain people in mind.
Like for birthdays and whatnot.
Hence the photography.
Maybe I'll get some more up soon.