I honestly dont know when i wrote this, or what i was thinking...but it was in my notebook...so surprise!
As I sit here dreamind in the lush green grass
I stare above me at the bright clear sky
The vibrency radiating its emotion back upon me
Suddenly the sky looks sad, the livly hill is ripped away
Saddness enthrals me in the deepest depths of my core
Damn sky...
I move from my grassy spot to a sunny spot on the shore
The rich, froth filled waves crash joyfully at my feet
Their playfullness does not amuse me
My emotions match theirs
Sad, lonely tossing and throwing feelings like a plank of wood
That approaches me, only known to a passing fish
Even this fish pays it no mind...
As I see this weary drifter come closer
I glance back at the sky
Its dismal color still upon me
I look down as I feel this plank poke my foot
Begging to be handeled
Begging for someone to finally hear its tales of a life at sea.
Like the tropical fish, I pay no attention to it
And I leave it washed up ashore to die
Like the feelings inside of me
