the humming of your thoughts
I think you like things that you're used
to
and I like sentences that start out
and back then and around about
went to little brick house
there were books
everywhere
I was led upstairs and showed a collection of paintings
by a blind woman with a shriveled hand
I asked
her all about them
and she attempted to explain them
she said she knew my dad at my age
she said they were very
fond of my dad at my age
her husband had a long white beard
he left to go ring the church bells
a little quiet a
little awkward
she has one of those nervous laughs
that don't mean something is funny
one day I say
I tell myself
I'll see you one day
why am I running towards this
why can't I run away
in front of me
there's this dark hallway
with windows on the side
staring at the night
wondering
then remembering
the first
phone call
yeah it's strange now
cause I don't even know what I'm hoping for anymore
sometimes I shiver but not from
cold
from thoughts of you
from thoughts of you different
but then I'm in a movie
with someone else
and then
I'm on a string
and then I'm just some person
that needs and hates what I need
then it all goes away
and then
I'm the same
