Directional rock

I had her
On my arm
She hugged and clung
She could fall asleep on my shoulder
She would fall and fall
She would climb the rock that was me but not all the way
She would never climb all the way. Maybe it was the height. Maybe the dangerous fall.
Not a playful child, rather a sturdy place to sit.

I wake, slowly crack back and neck stone on stone.
Now clay when I see her. A subtle hint of hurt as she does not look this way.
Maybe she is too nervous to
Maybe she does not want to risk me seeing her look this way
Maybe looking this way has not even crossed her mind...
But I love waiting all the same. It's the only way I feel I feel in this way these days

Takes me back to waiting to wave. What interesting days they were :)

- Sleeps

Wait and dance

I waited and waited but you were a no show... Gutted
We WERE the party bus and I confused at her reasoning for making such a strange advance.
It's either love me or hate me nothing in-between she said. I just don't believe the things you do.
One never came
One was looking for what use to be
One stalked and clung
One shied but defined the difference between elegance and warmth.
I love my life and have become to love my death... As it's not all that bad not having what you want.

Ps I love you too


- Sleeps

I wonder many people minds are drifting. Drifting away from this moment in time.
Into our thoughts or in to our day. Into my fingers.
I only like drinking with certain people... Some of which are friends.
I like that voice. I like when my mind takes the time to take it's time. I feel calm.

The responsibility of an unfinished, un-adhered to process annoys me. Anything to save them money right?

Cunt stole my time - again!

- Sleeps