an open book.

now is the time. time to sit. connect the dots. collect my thoughts. or just reflect on time. it's been a while; much more than a mile since i sat and wrote a new rhyme. so here is the time. i sit in my chair. not about to care about what's going on out there. it's my time. it's about time i let myself write. what about, you might ask. i'm clearing out what has passed. from what i've seen to what i've done; it's time to come clean, express what's begun. with each day that may pass, new memories create mass in my head. there's only so much you can touch before your brain becomes dead. there's only one way out, and that is to shout. or maybe express it through words like herds of wild beasts. but then at least you'll have pieced all those thoughts in your head. lie in bed, simply shed what's been said. come clean of what has been seen. so here i go. it's time to know why i feel so strange. it's really no change, i'm just out of range. all i need is to proceed and write what others can read. so for those who care, i guess you will dare to read what i've put out there. my thoughts, my life, my words, my strife. it's all here to see. so read it, feel free.



[ lj ] 11.22.06