I washed the paint from my eyes,
and accepted,
I'm not as abstract as I'd like to think.
Everything I paint anymore, is
all in a circular motion.
I keep hearing all these motions
rather than seeing them with my eyes,
and I'm not sure what it is that
set everything into action,
but I'm sure it had something to do
with the glue thats turning into threads,
its job is too complicated,
no one is that strong anymore,
no one can keep up that big of a burden.

Everything I touch anymore,
unlike turning to gold,
turns to ash,
and I'm left with piles of dust when
I started with my friends.

its okay to rip it up, I understand.
Last edited by inthegreyx at Oct 8, 2008,