vi helped come up with content for the spoken word section
In 1000 years or maybe more
I could be a stranger to you again
and maybe we’d meet on the main street
in a city we both live in
some things that are almost completely lost
could be edged off the cliff
when you reach your hand out to pull them back in
And when i finally found the book with your phone number
I stood there for minutes while the sun set,
and when I looked up, it was dark out
take out the trash, read a book,
push it out of my mind,
i just don’t wanna hear it
Get the onions from garden, get the water, try not to spill it
It’s the only thing that I could really do
We are both elitist people that only had fun watching movies
And complaining about how much better they could be
I stood outside the car gazing up at the deep blue sky for a little too long, but the cold weather snapped me out of it.
In the mirror I caught myself smiling, and immediately stopped, somehow feeling embarrassed.
I walked round to the garden, but saw something moving around inside.
I got nervous as a leaned down, when all of a sudden it jumped up, and right past my face.
I turned and looked, realizing it was just a leaf, and the wind took it away.
The other night, i was staying up too late again and I saw a picture of the family from 10 years ago.
I didn’t know at the time you saw it too but Rosie told me about it.
maybe you’re wondering how i am. i go to work, i come home, i watch videos. whatever.
Things were so hectic back then, cooking for everyone, folding laundry, dishes….
nowadays I don’t do them enough. Rosie says that just means i’m busy
but I think she’s just being overly cautious these days because she’s worried I might start hating her again
time wont seem to do everything,
no time seems to heal nothing!
I just find other things to do in my spare time
look through old pictures
but think of the future:
should things just remain the same?
I saw your mom the other day, weird right?
She doesn’t come out very often but she couldn’t find your phone number so she was asking for it, talking about the picture my mom uploaded.
You hate to admit when something like that makes you pick up the phone, huh?
It just got me thinking, too. sometimes i just find myself wondering if i’ve really changed at all.
I’m still way too opinionated in conversations… I forget important things people tell me… and I just start to worry if I’ve really changed at all.
stars blink out eventually,
wounds that don’t heal eventually
turn to dust on the bodies where they formed so long ago and
I’d like to see you, I’d like to tell you…
but maybe photos will just have to do
I got a message from your grand parents the other day, asking for money again.
As I get older, I wonder if having children meant much to them, but at this point I’ll probably never ask.