fallingvictim

we danced in a style your mom warned you about...
Current mood: drained

searching, searching for something to fill the time.
i wonder from tent to tent filling my time with ear candy.
no contact to the other world, no options of travel.
solitude is bliss when surrounded by ten thousand stragers.
my mind wonder's and wonder's about you.
i am hiding under a shell of image, reputation.
people only want what you have to give.
i give that which i have much of.
i told myself to not give in, not to drink it all up.
the sun throwing it's fist against my face, sticky shirt's taunting me.
she stood close, she was an artist.
adorned in clothes she made herself and colorful painting's covering her canvas.
what did it mean, nothing to me.
no matter what happened, time did not matter
what were we to do, time passes.
we both go to fill our ears with candy, hard candy at that!
we find a spot, cool, shaded, alone.
like a beautiful symphony we made sound like friends should.
no regrets, no nothing.
and now a cherry red u.v. comforts me in my temporary residence.
wonder what tomorrow will bring, wonder what time will show.

Currently listening :
Thrill Seeker
By August Burns Red