blujazzmunki

I'm a lone child, see my bones, child!
Never felt at home, face deep in the pillow, a night child. A weeping willow, too gentle and mild, gradually turning shallow, moods eratic, wild. Gardually reaching my marianas, so my heart begins to slow. Answers I want, I'lll never know. I used to follow my star, my planet uranus so far from mars, no wonder its so hard to relate, the cologne in the atmosphere is choking, making me insecure, alone, left knowing this place on earth isn't home.

Thought I'd share that one, just something I wrote the other night, when I was feeling as I am feeling right now. I'm gradually changing in alot of ways, and I'm unsure if some are for the best, and gradually most of what I thought was beautiful is fading into mediocrity. I'm less and less attracted to people, gradually my taste in women has refined dramatically I used to find far too many women attractive, now I find very few attractive, I suppose that aint a bad thing.