So I'm over at my best friend's house, spending the night. Can't sleep. And then just a few minutes ago I experienced one of the funniest rewards of my insomnia, once again. xD
I'm sitting here, unable to sleep and all of a sudden my best friend's sister (bunk bed) just says, "We're homies. We're homies, good." Then she rolls over, looks right at me and tells me to open the door. And she says she's serious about it. As she's closing her eyes, she just says, "You'll see" and drifts back off to sleep. xD
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold