2005-03-26 - 1:02 a.m.
i sit and wait. I shake and shake.
I stutter like I'm sea-sick.
I tell myself: don't hesitate
that's when dreams go dormant on you.
Look, I'm not causing trouble anymore.
I swear I barely say a word most hours.
My jaw stands no chance of saving face
but this singing shit is what we've all had to wait for.
For without words the story can not rewrite itself
I'm only a shell
unless I fill fill fill
it with something more than useless rehashed bullshit
cause and effect tall-tales that although probably true
did not know my changes would make me good someday.
I've only wanted to be as good as what I see
and the dreams I witness outliving me.
There was no choice but to pull through
bleed from the eyes if it gets you, I told myself,
somewhere new
where people look me in the eyes and say a few kind words
even a question or two.
How have you been, little sister?
How's your music coming along? A long, long while
since those words have been from you, any of you
to one like me.
