we have subtle lenses
attached to complex visions.

they call it creativity.

i call me falling off
the deep-end

not drowning
or swimming in

but falling.

guess its a perception thing.

i think at least if i were only drowning
i'd only have five more minutes of
living like this.

but falling,
i am still breathing
and i can be falling forever.

at least that's how it seems.
my mind made up
always different than
the norm or
the rest of the breathing world.

and i don't care if they do.
leave it to them.
i can't worry about
pleasing everybody.

i have too many damn ledges
to avoid catching,
to avoid becoming

just another
anybody
like the rest
of you sheep
in society.

my eyes will stay
wide awake.

fuck you for loving me
and wanting me
and trying to
pull/push
tempt/sway
bribe/beg
me back to safety.

i don't want to be
tucked away
in someone else's
dreams.

that is my only nightmare.

02/18/2012

Posted on 02/18/2012
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