Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Eyes

I'm looking out the window at a city that has confined me for 17 years, and I notice how many lights there are. I know the amount has grown as I have through the years, and as each one twinkles with a jolt of electric light, I think of your eyes. Of all things to think of when I look out upon this industrially compounded farm city, I think of them. And just as I'm trapped in this town, I'm trapped in those eyes.
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