Circles

Gentle Waves

November 11, 2015

I haven't heard the sound of silence in months

I'm tempted to sneak outside for it right now

I can't take the cold, though

I'm cold myself, I think

You can never be sure though

I'm enjoying my floral soap, thank you very much

I like how it contrasts with my cynicism

God, I'm too vague

I want to dream but I can't

I want to talk about it, but I'm afraid how you'll react

I want to accept you into my world

But I know you're gonna leave because you're just not sure (about me)

She's looked through journal pages of "let me eat"

But she still can't express why she can't sleep