Saturday, February 14, 2009

Leaving

The sun is vermillion today... that sort of orangey red color when there's too much dust in the air.
The air is so dry.
I feel so dry, parched inside.
I gotta get out of here.

You know where I want to be?
In a place where I can wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night and NOT be hassled.
Not hear an angry word spoken against me.
Not be on my guard,
Not have to watch my words,
Not have to explain myself a million times over
Not be slandered and maligned
Not have my love imputed with faithlessness
I am sick of this shit

I want to be a place where I can be me,
And I am loved and trusted
Its not here, thats for sure.

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