Nebulous and Inebriated
By lost child
you smell of sandy pines and seraphimslip into autopilotthe echoes of cheerful voices in an eerie light and my own breathing You engender a feeling of me be of the opinion comparable like a whoreblack licorice and seven and a halfwhile i walk the yellow lineIf i sat right here, would the headlights hit me before the car?i do the same thing while i tell myself the same thing is the very thing that makes me unhappy But i’m not alone in that instantonly twelve morei wrote this while walking home from a party, when the trees seemed to whisper to me... Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 06:29 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"you smell of sandy pines and seraphimslip into autopilotthe echoes of cheerful voices in an eerie light and my own breathing You engender a feeling of me be of the opinion comparable like a whoreblack licorice and seven and a halfwhile i walk the yellow lineIf i sat right here, would the headlights hit me before the car?i do the same thing while i tell myself the same thing is the very thing that makes me unhappy But i’m not alone in that instantonly twelve morei wrote this while walking home from a party, when the trees seemed to whisper to me......"