you grabbed whose what?

i may have missed the boat.

but you know what.

its time to get there.

and figure out my rights.

and my stand.

legality of action.

morality of words.

its all a table of deception.

let's say whats real.

and mean it.

i can go on and on.

because i just want to be with you.

by that i mean me first.

i need to find my way.

before i can let you in.

struggle between the two.

you show no reason to distrust.

and yet i am aware of the past.

i think i just found my paper topic.

writing. words.

the everything is gone.

the eloquence.

whatever literacy i showed.

the promise seems to be up in this air.

it used to be in my utensil.

but i guess it relocated.

maybe my spirit carried it off.

not my spirit.

but the one that follows me.

is the white shadow still there?

i care to dream.

that he is.

steal some scent.

and paint your nails.

with the deep autumn leaves.

numb.

unaware of whats going on.

because all i can do is sit.

and watch.

and wait.

and i don't even want to do that.