cresto phango!


this is what you see, it's all i'll be

2004-06-05, 2:02 a.m.

this is insanity....

this is wood splintering from the deck of a ship who sailed too long

i am becomming, if only for a short time, the nails who have rusted away from the saltfilled winds sweeping through the boats heart

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so my discriminating was blinded by darkness for just a bit tonight, and i finally caught a glimpse of a girl, and she stared back. what do i do then? i move towards the band, and away from her. i think about all the outcomes, and all the possible things i could say to her, and the singing is done. the people are clearing the dance floor, sticky shoes smack on hardwood, and a constant crackling of plastic beer glasses echoes for 10 minutes while i search.

there she is, black dress and shirt against a white wall, and what do i do? i move towards the exit, and away from her obvious glances...

i come home, no key, i drive to my real bed, finding words that break my bones and shatter my will.

please come dance with me, i was waiting for you to pry yourself from the wall, and i was willing to smile, but its not enough.