Frantic Baby, Why Do You Talk So Much?

Time: 21.46

Who will pick up the pieces after you make all your little mistakes?  Tossed out and rolled across cardboard floor, maps of regrets and dysfunction that lead you to your present reality.

Dot.. dot.. dot.  22.52 - shit where did that six minutes ago?

What surface is this?  You're laying there touching everything around you asking me these questions I have no answers to, and you start laughing.  I laugh too because I just don't know what else to do, what's expected of me.  Trying so hard to figure out what's skipping through your head, but is that ever really possible?  The one time I actually sit down to analyze something other than that which I already know, or think I know, I come up short.  What's the word I'm looking for..?

22.55

I'm making really good progress on this mind of mine.  A little bit crazy, but that's okay.  A bit mixed up, but who isn't?  Half is centered, half malfunctions often - I change from day to day.  It's a constant struggle for balance between being kind and considerate, and going completely off the deep end.  WHAT, the fuck, am I doing.  Question mark.

22.57

You're just manic.  He said.  Yeah, sure, okay, I'm manic.  And you love it.  You're so desperately in love with my manic tendencies you can't help but point them out every time you notice them and want to kiss me but you don't, and instead attempt to insult me and pretend as if I actually am insulted by what you're saying.  Oh please, I figured you out long ago.  I'm crazy?  Then you're fucking crazy for loving it.  Real recognizes real, and I'm real crazy baby.


23.08


You're transfixed, ceiling to floor, watching yourself somewhere in between.  Floating in and out of consciousness, and it's okay.  I'll be here holding your hand when you wake up and everything will go back to the way it was.  Trees will grow back in the places they had burned all the way through to the trunk, snow will lift back into the atmosphere and spring will bloom wildly out of proportion.  Open your eyes and all you'll see will be white lights, flashes, one of two shadows dancing across the insides of your eyelids when you blink.  Then, as soon as it all happened, it vanished.  And I'm gone.  I was never here, and you were never the one wiping tears off my cheeks before they had a chance to hit the ground.  You never let me fall so far, either.  I won't fall again, you won't let me, and I'm gone.


23.13


Just trying to stay awake to catch the turn of midnight on the beach.
Put this night to tune.