Is the spiral turning in or spinning out?
Lately, I find myself scribbling little webs onto my bank statements, magazine covers, really whatever I can find. It's oddly soothing, though I fear the day when the spider comes home to roost. Failure is never an attractive option and I, in my infinite capacity for sabotage, tend to let my emotions get the best of me. It's this whole new "balls to the wall" attitude I have adopted. I am not sure it suits me. Maybe I am just paranoid...
Like a bad drug trip, my world just seems to be morphing so quickly that I cannot seem to find my bearings. On the plus side, I am dangerously hungry for more. I only hope that I can metabolize everything I consume. The weight of the world isn't easily lifted, is it? If you are wondering what the hell I am babbling about, you are not alone. I ask myself that question everyday. I forget who I am talking to, about, with... I have found a grand distraction in the form of an angel. It makes me wonder if I can fly?
The man in the moon dropped in and out again. My favorite regret... It's all words of wisdom and chocolate shakes, but who has the stray dog tonight? I can only pray until my knees get weak. Then I fall, then I dream, then I call and wait and wait and wait. Is there meaning to be memorized? The kind I have always seems to slip my mind. Turn around, Bright Eyes. I'm right here where you left me. Where I will always be..... And the beat goes on.