And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
Shes making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbors house
Now shes starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isnt sure where shes gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what shes done
And she was
And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
Shes moving out in all directions
Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)
I miss me. And I miss him. But the side of me who laments is also the side who is motivated by such a loss of self and also self-analysis. Whether that means a shit to the other - no one knows. All I know is I loved him and I feel the loss. And part of me thanks the worl d for the loss of such a beautiful creature, almost like my world is shadowed by the lack thereof. I miss him, he may miss me, but I feel like part of my soul longs more than I like. Damn this world for loving me so and hating my soul. I want for nothing more than to feel his breath on my skin and his touch at his fingertips... his essence makes a baptism of me and I like it. Why can this not come at a decent price instead of the high ones? He pulls from me for the good of all but I want it more... more than I can bear, and more than I can suffer - wanting and needing are two things very different, but I feel him none the less.
I wish for thee. And count the days.... to the reunion. Let me lament in my passive way - take solace in the length of time I do so, you were that important to me.
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
Shes making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbors house
Now shes starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isnt sure where shes gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what shes done
And she was
And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
Shes moving out in all directions
Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)
I miss me. And I miss him. But the side of me who laments is also the side who is motivated by such a loss of self and also self-analysis. Whether that means a shit to the other - no one knows. All I know is I loved him and I feel the loss. And part of me thanks the worl d for the loss of such a beautiful creature, almost like my world is shadowed by the lack thereof. I miss him, he may miss me, but I feel like part of my soul longs more than I like. Damn this world for loving me so and hating my soul. I want for nothing more than to feel his breath on my skin and his touch at his fingertips... his essence makes a baptism of me and I like it. Why can this not come at a decent price instead of the high ones? He pulls from me for the good of all but I want it more... more than I can bear, and more than I can suffer - wanting and needing are two things very different, but I feel him none the less.
I wish for thee. And count the days.... to the reunion. Let me lament in my passive way - take solace in the length of time I do so, you were that important to me.
silveronthetree:
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