I live in a hotel, must keep writing, if I'm to be better than everyone else. Like figure skating, like asphyxiating on your own seeping fumes, you're just waiting. Living in a hotel but I'm not traveling, between two points, in mid air, I'm levitating, above the earth, beneath the sky, eyes like static. In my three feet from bed to wall, there sleeps a genius. Leave me here to my devices, the call could come at any time. They're playing love songs on the radio tonight, I can't relate to that right now. Note to self: no one cares. your voice is average. In worried piles I typed for miles and no one noticed. I will begin, I will put right this morning terror. I have been kissed between the ears by human error. Leave me here to my devices. I need a word to change my life. I've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire, He can't write so much as type. Leave me here to my devices. I can't think with all this noise. They're playing love songs on your radio tonight, I don't get those songs on mine. You keep fucking up my life.
nikonphoto80:
That was beautiful did you write that. I cant relate to the love song stuff ether.
