Peter Pan
Boodaddamaanan Booo mamadmama mmmmhmmmmm..
Oh hello, I didn't even see you there, well I still don't, but you are there right? Like I am not imagining that you are there in the silhouette of the night? You are standing there in front of me. You caught me off guard I was making up a new song. Do you like music? Hmm, I live for it; it runs through my veins, I sometimes dance a little to it. I can't really dance very well, but I like to kinda move to the music, flow with the music, walk to the music. Sometimes, not even to the regular beat d'youknow, to off the beat just movement, like water...water I love how it moves and flows, clear water of lake Huron, Georgian Bay, that beautiful turquoise water of the tropics, white beaches and huge forests. I have never been, I have only seen pictures, one day I will own a small house on a tropical island. I know I will feel at home there. I am transitional, moving around a lot, never quite settling down, not ever becoming to close with anyone. Do you know me shadow? I want so much, I have dreams and goals, do you? Do you know where you want to go? Do you have a plan for life? I want things so bad, but I seem stuck sticking my hand out and reaching and pulling myself a little farther up the cliff. Will I be happy if I reach the top? Every once and awhile I find a boost, and I am forever indebted and will never forget them. I am still climbing, still shoving my hands up, grabbing on and pulling. I get tired, d'youknow? I get really tired. I get frustrated. I cry. I need someone. I am fine alone. I don't need anyone. I will continue to work, and push through. Will you be there for me? I am there for you. Am I trying hard enough, am I playing hard enough, will you give me feed back? Who am I, I am Oz. I muse, on the piano. I am treated like shit, I have to prove myself, and then what do they have to say about themselves? What do they have to say about themselves, the cold hard jades? Will I turn out to be one, I don't think so, I hope not. I have loves. I have desires.
I am normal.
Oh hello, I didn't even see you there, well I still don't, but you are there right? Like I am not imagining that you are there in the silhouette of the night? You are standing there in front of me. You caught me off guard I was making up a new song. Do you like music? Hmm, I live for it; it runs through my veins, I sometimes dance a little to it. I can't really dance very well, but I like to kinda move to the music, flow with the music, walk to the music. Sometimes, not even to the regular beat d'youknow, to off the beat just movement, like water...water I love how it moves and flows, clear water of lake Huron, Georgian Bay, that beautiful turquoise water of the tropics, white beaches and huge forests. I have never been, I have only seen pictures, one day I will own a small house on a tropical island. I know I will feel at home there. I am transitional, moving around a lot, never quite settling down, not ever becoming to close with anyone. Do you know me shadow? I want so much, I have dreams and goals, do you? Do you know where you want to go? Do you have a plan for life? I want things so bad, but I seem stuck sticking my hand out and reaching and pulling myself a little farther up the cliff. Will I be happy if I reach the top? Every once and awhile I find a boost, and I am forever indebted and will never forget them. I am still climbing, still shoving my hands up, grabbing on and pulling. I get tired, d'youknow? I get really tired. I get frustrated. I cry. I need someone. I am fine alone. I don't need anyone. I will continue to work, and push through. Will you be there for me? I am there for you. Am I trying hard enough, am I playing hard enough, will you give me feed back? Who am I, I am Oz. I muse, on the piano. I am treated like shit, I have to prove myself, and then what do they have to say about themselves? What do they have to say about themselves, the cold hard jades? Will I turn out to be one, I don't think so, I hope not. I have loves. I have desires.
I am normal.


2 Comments:
*tear*
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*stands up*
*claps*
brilliant.
i love the way you write...
you write how i feel sometimes
i'm glad i have met such a real, strong intelligent person
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