luckyrabbit

i feel so lost. i want to create something anything. i shut everyone out.
the rain falls like a waterfall from the broken gutter in front of my apartment
God, i do not miss your irony.
our tomorrows are so priceless but our todays are sure to be forgotten
let history repeat like a scratched record
over and over, so very similar to the knocking at the door
easily evaded
i avoid although i've waited
for company to wash upon these shores
my eyes are closed
could not feel out the door if i tried
let the waves crash
let your knocking pass
although the sound saves my pride