Wednesday, September 23, 2009

My Maybe One Day isn't Today, Everyday.

The short life is the sweet life.
The very sentiment that explains the part of my nature i deny myself.



I want to

♥ Get out of the car when the lights turn red and lie in the grass and laugh about nothing.

♥ Stand up and dance in a full restaurant just because they're playing a song that tickles me.

♥ Tell people that the voices tell the the truth no one wants to hear and the colors make everything look prettier.

♥ Scribble all over your body with sharpies coz you're my favorite part of the morning.

♥ Throw a rock into the shop window coz they have a horrible display.

♥ Walk around the city and give out flowers to people who look tired.

♥ Dance all night and drink till i cant differentiate a Porsche to a Ferrari I'm sitting in.

♥ Slap a parent holding their baby and smoking.

♥ Pack my bags and take all my money and book the latest flight to L.A and do shitty jobs I'm too good for to support an acting career I don't want coz it sounds so cliche its funny.

♥ Be madly in love with someone who indulges my random whims.

♥ Cry in public coz crowds make me feel drained.

♥ Walk to throw out my garbage even if i have nothing but my knickers on.

Don't remember when it was, when it all stopped.
And Shouldn't and Can't became the earrings i wear upon waking.
It makes me sad everyday.

Life is an obligation, love is conditional and people like me are medicated.
My maybe one day isn't today, everyday.
And I've accepted it coz it makes the people who love me happy.
At least i have that.