backuponthesea's blog: "onceuponthesea"

RUNNING

The people all out, not being out.

Going places and not being there.

I don't understand it.

   If you are unconscious

  then I am invisible to you.

  And I hate us both for it.,

  but only for as long as it takes

  to think it.

Fuck thought anyway.

Gives me a headache.

Everbody running running running

always running like its a

duel to the death session

of Beat the Clock.

Running where? Running why?

From what to what,

away from or towards.

Is it a who or a them?

Maybe it's you.

Is it me?

Running looking, always looking.

Give me serendipity and a tequilla sunset.

Give me moon madness on a ship at sea

Give me a joy that has no opposite

Please Give Me A Fucking Break

I am empty and need everything

I can't find it by looking for it

It either happens, or does not

I am either a beggar for love

or I am love itself.

Or maybe i'm nothing.

I am always being nothing and

everything and nothing.

All at the same time.

Whether I know it or not.

I am alien in the marlbled hallways of the rich.

I am alien to you in your bubble.

Alien always to your system.

The universal injustice system.

Where reptiles in thousand dollar suits

play with war as if there were no

death, no blood, no loss.

Anything to keep us running

where there is no getting away

anything it takes

to keep us going out without

being out

keep us going places

and not being there

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