Sara Tonin
Bluelighter
Walking in the same circles,
occasionally spinning on a heel,
you hide behind clouds of happiness,
that come from the paper you burn.
Mind so sharp and so witty,
yet you dull it with good intentions...
Words spoken are unintelligible
to the untrained ear,
But oh, you've trained me well with babbling and stuttering as you choke and choke.
I read your expressions better
than I can hear your voice...
Saddens me to see you
stashed away in this artificial room
full flashing and spinning objects
that pale in comparison to the moon.
They're peeping through the gaps in the blinds of our closed windows,
wondering if we need air...
Outsiders never seem to grasp
why the writing on the wall is not
what is truely happening in our world.
It's false advertising, my friend...
We live in the world of illusions
this room is filled with smoke...
and I believe it's my turn to choke.
[ 02 February 2002: Message edited by: Sara Tonin ]
occasionally spinning on a heel,
you hide behind clouds of happiness,
that come from the paper you burn.
Mind so sharp and so witty,
yet you dull it with good intentions...
Words spoken are unintelligible
to the untrained ear,
But oh, you've trained me well with babbling and stuttering as you choke and choke.
I read your expressions better
than I can hear your voice...
Saddens me to see you
stashed away in this artificial room
full flashing and spinning objects
that pale in comparison to the moon.
They're peeping through the gaps in the blinds of our closed windows,
wondering if we need air...
Outsiders never seem to grasp
why the writing on the wall is not
what is truely happening in our world.
It's false advertising, my friend...
We live in the world of illusions
this room is filled with smoke...
and I believe it's my turn to choke.
[ 02 February 2002: Message edited by: Sara Tonin ]
