chance of irritability.

the skies are cloudy,
clouded.
like they do not know
where they are meant to go.

i find myself
wondering,
wandering through,
living a half/life.

my heartbeat is slowing down.
it is cloudy. almost clouded.

i have walked and walked,
if only i could find my way
on the back of the wind,
nothing would hold me back.

that is the wish anyway.
but wishes are only for the lonely.

and clouds are not lonely.

roadways.

1.
this is off to another world,
a different place.

years ago i might have
left along with you.
but this is not my walk.
this road is not my own
to bear.

i've learned that when
you bare your soul,
you never get it back.

and you can keep on walking,
just keep walking,
for as long as you can to find it,
whatever you're looking for.

until your feet start bleeding,
and keep bleeding more,
you will never find
your soul.

this is not your road.

2.
i was telling you once,
to listen to the stars,
do not follow your heart,
it will only end up
broken.

now you are too late
to find me again.
you lost your talk
with the stars,
and your soul
is scattered.

you have lost you.

flashbulb.

http://yournoonlightspecial.blogspot.com is now http://flashbulbasmemory.blogspot.com

not what i wanted...but it's a good change.

moons.

this is not what i have done,
not who i'm becoming.

it was only a thought brought on
by the vanishing of the moon,
when you asked your mother
where it had gone.
how could something
so beautiful just disappear?

but you know that it was
a cold thing,
just like your mother.
beautiful, mysterious,
but cold.

over the years, you grew up the same,
and the world forgot,
stopped questioning the darkness,
and lived the same as they always had.

but you grew up cold,
heartless, it was said.
just like the woman from the moon.