| My power chair is dead!! I'm freakin stuck. I need that damn thing to get into town. Ugh if I pay for the batteries myself it would cost a freakin mint. And insurance people suck |
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I spent my patriots day as always watching documentaries and the ground zero ceremony. New York is my home town. I grew up bouncing around the five boroughs and I guess I still feel attached to them in some way. My best friend and parents still live their. I grew up thinking the twin towers where like part of the sky. It still doesn't look right without them.
Depressing I know but what can I say I'm a glutten for self punishment. |
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| Light and giggles
smiles and sighs
jungle adventures through childs eyes
fallin through the azure sky
little white ball falls bringing
golden life to tiny hands
Then
light explodes in the night
ohhs and ahhs fill the warm summer air
One final bang then we fumble through the dark
Home again good night |
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 I feel like a ball
hallow, round
full of air
played with
abused and used.
Then left out in the rain.
To wither and shrink.
Left to the mud in which to sink,
forgotten.
Full of memories good and bad.
How can something hallow have memories?
But how can the air let me fly?
Forgotten but never forgettable. |
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