I don't know what it is about you.
You close and you open and you close again.
But somehow to me, you're always closed.
Do you ever think about your problems?
Not the ones that stick, but the ones that are stuck?
All of our wants and needs funneling together,
a boisterous cloud of uneasy heading right for us.
Get out while you still have time.
Through all the color and the flash
Can we still tell whats real?
Do we even want to know?
Do we notice it growing bigger and bigger?
Swelling up to a certain point on the shore.
I miss you. I don't know why. But I do. It hurts. Everything hurts.
And all that I have to comfort me is google blocking my websites to prove a point about censorship.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Jan. 2012
