Flying w/ no directions....

I wait for the words to glide back to me....

i wait for the light to soak me up....

i wait for the music to whisper to me....

i watch as the world and i, aren't exploring eachother....

i ignore as my fave part of day and i tiptoe quietly....

i embrace the empty boxes and the lost dreams within....

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And then as i look down i notice unaccounted for ....

cuts on my fingers....

dark bruises on my legs....

hot oil spats....

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almost rear ended a car today....

Spain won and with their jubilations, i was with my mom and dad in spirit....

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And then some nights she seems to rest my flights ....

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And then worst of all, i feel lonelier than i was before....

I'll have to remember to do the thing i use to do when i was in Goldcoast....

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