junkie wunkie woo.

My friend,
i'm oh so depressed,
I feel the question of the loneliness.
the quietness of the night wind, silenced by the cold,
cause it's hard when you don't know yourself.

hammering away on this keyboard isn't a shallow pursuit,
to the riches of vain fame with the hi and byes of momentary warmth.
it's an expression. a quiet one of the mind and the thoughts,
often not unspoken but always there,
by the tip of the lips.

it's hard to understand, but the average jul does understand,
despite the fact that of a foreign land and riches to be gain,
it just can't compare with the memories of a sun drenched and humid place.
a place of simple pleasures and a quick trip for a burger and some mental fun.
a distress signal so obviously blaring within the head is not easily ignored,
when you are standing on the balcony watching the pale faces play,
so undeservedly happy, with the cold wisps of the air tugging the hair everywhere.
oh no sir.
it's not easy at all.

2 more months eh?

Don't you know,
It's a love that lasts forever,
It's a love that has no past.
Ooh she digs me,
but I guess nobody ever really done that.
ooh but she did. she certainly did.
my warmth, my loverbird. =)