dawn

Peeling shells, like a crawfish,

Some conversations are, layer after layer ,leading to tender red meat.

Get down to that tender and eat it.

Most people are afraid of it, lean away, avert gaze,,

Not everybody though.

You feel weird without a shell.

Uncomfortable.

Oh well, I can still fight you like this, it’s nothing.

I think this girl is getting too close, and we’ve talked on and off for a year , but the last few months. it’s become accelerated .

I don’t know her motivation and it’s scary to me because,,

Because she likes that heavy heavy,

She likes the real talk.

She wants to know about me and where i came from, but there’s so much, and there’s much that I don’t wanna tell.

ANd she peels off the shell with a delicate touch,,

Which is kryptonite.

If people are guarded, they’re usually guarded for a reason,.

She wants under the armor,,

And I don’t know why.

I don’t think I want someone to like me right now.

I’m not planning a murder spree or any crazy shit, but, I don’t think,,, I don’t know what I think…

It’s asking a lot,

And it can’t be forced.

I’d rather be a different person.

Bleh,, bleh bleh bleh,,,eesh .

Hate it, don’t want to think about it.

I wish I could find a way to vomit through computer screens,,

So I could post a comment, someone could click on it,,annnnnd

Vomit.

Coming right out of your phone, your tablet, your Apple or Pc or what the fuck ever.

Vomit.

I wish I could vomit in the sky, so i would know that it landed on everyone equally.

Equality.

Vomit from the sky.

There was a story called The Langoliers.

And these giant monsters would come through and eat yesterday.

ANd this happens every single day, we just don’t know it.

Giant monsters, eating the time behind us as we move forward.

People on drugs made some pretty neat stories.

Some beautiful songs,

Some amazing thought.

I wish I was a Langolier , and i could spend my time eating yesterday.