kelland

Last Monday of waking up at 6:00 in the morning to shower and dress and shake off the remnants of the weekend. Last Monday of sitting in the always-cold classroom, half-asleep, half-alert, half eager for something and half wishing I could revert back to Friday evening when, alas, no school in the morning! Monday Monday Monday. This is my last Monday in high school.

Hair today and gone tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.



For all of the fun, the damage is done.

I should probably be in bed right now.

"Sometimes" by James
There's a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"

Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul

It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore

The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on

Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul

There's four new colors in the rainbow
An old man's taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea

Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul
(I can reach your soul)
(I can touch your soul)
Sometimes

What have I done, here? Please tell me why I deserve silence. And if I have a right to look away when you see me driving down the street, attempt to wave, attempt to recognize my face. Please tell me that I have every right to inflict guilt, because only the guilty ever feel it. Please tell me why why why we never have a resolution. Why we work so hard at not working at all. Why this doesn't come easy. Why we always are struggling so fucking hard for the time to say hello.