A lot of the time when I write about the person that I love, I feel like I’m writing about New York.
Come on, baby, let’s ride. We can escape to the great sunshine.
God, you’re so handsome.
But there’s always been just a little tiny piece of me inside the size of a small slice of angel cake that knew somewhere somehow That I deserved better than someone like you.
I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn’t love me lives there.
But alas this is a real life – and it’s been a real fight just to keep my mind from committing treason.
I believe in the goodness in me that it’s firm enough to plant a flag in, or a rosebud, or to build a new life.
In me the earth moves around the sun no land all sea.
Thank you for being here for bearing witness to my vastness Through the years I’ve called you in and out of my orbit You, in your madness.
But lately I’ve been thinking that I wish someone had told me when I was younger more about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise. That should they take too much there will be nothing left to give.
Wondering if it’s astronomical twilight or civil twilight.
I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart- that it was evil that it convinced me that darkness is real that the devil is a real devil and that monsters don’t always know they are monsters.
Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves if they really want to transmit some heaven.
I was brave and it would’ve been easier to stay.
Thank you for being here, for being witness to my vastness.
The universe exists because we are aware of it.
Or should I just be here now In the kitchen Bare feet on linoleum Bored – but not unhappy.
Live your life like no one’s listening.
I was once in love with my life here.
Be the art that life is breathing Be the soul the world is living.
Bored – but not unhappy.