Squirrel was your nickname in high school.
You were often the oddest person around.
Why did you leave that tree trodden campus
that you once felt so keen to stay?
Why did you linger?
Questions plague the thoughts of your mind;
twisted wires from a tire now made to mesh.
Poison oak, baked into minty muffins,
makes you fall asleep, when you need to die.
What is it like to think that
squirrel is a great side dish to most fish courses?
Only you would know something like that.
Let the bread and olive oil cry itself to sleep.
Remember the films
where everyone gets away and ends up
with exactly what they wished for?
Recall the thoughts of freedom we had
while crossing that river backwards,
arm in arm and laughing all the way?
No one lives the way
that they want to live, because
then they would get everything
that they ever wanted.
You're drunk as hell
when the sound of friends
makes you want to drive your car.
How could you want anything more
than to blaze down the wrong side of the
"Love never comes or goes, feelings never really show. What will become of us, no one really knows."
Daniel Johnston ^_^
I just felt like posting something, and Daniel Johnston's been on my mind lately.