January 2009
6 posts
unimportant
like a little “note to self…”
right now i feel more at home in my car than anywhere else.
(most likely because it is the only thing that is completely mine and that I can fit in)
I feel more steady driving down the road than I do sitting still…
I should like to live on a bus…
But I take too many wrong turns to drive said bus…
(embarrassingly enough, I have...
I call it "Trust Me"
Oh, child You ask for someone Who won’t ever leave you. You’ve been left behind So many times… You don’t believe anymore, Cause you’ve been here before Over and over again— But, broken and beautiful child, I am nothing, no, nothing like them. My Child did you know I was there when it all began? No, I’m not like them, You’re engraved in the palm of My hand. You remain in My sight, Remember...
