standing barefaced in the sun, i wonder
the whys and wherefores bounce in the big empty
the current of the questions carry me along
places unknown pass by in the blurry periphery
the journal
i really think like this sometimes
i want to write something but have nothing to say
i want to love someone but have no one to hold
the night can be so dark, cold and lonely
and the big empty in my heart,
in my head
at my side
cries out for something more
optimism
It all comes crashing down around me
Spinning and twirling
Flipping and reeling
And I am at peace
Extravagant Life
in the blur of lines
and all those in between times
when the hunger and the thirst
become more then i can bare,
i run back to You