Barriers

People around you only look uncaring and distant because they're standing miles away, gathered at the foot of walls you erected yourself. You did it to stop things from coming in and hurting you but nowadays it's only stopping you from going out and getting healed. There's a risk behind every cure and this is one you've never been willing to take. When pain gets bitter it doesn't even remotely taste of medicine. It's like the drug you take to get high for a moment. Sometimes afterwards you blame every tiny mistake upon that past fault. You dramatize it to a certain extent trying to pretend it actually had such a huge impact on you when in reality you only want some attention; someone to walk in through your bedroom door after he hears you screaming from your nightmare. He'll pull your arm gently and suddenly you're free of sheets you were drowning in only seconds before. You know in your heart of hearts that this feels right, he has come solely to give and not to take. But even when that thought crosses your mind you know you will give in the end. You can't. So you push him away and erect another wall around yourself. Higher, stronger. Better.

Big Yellow Taxi

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away the D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard my screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

I said don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

- Joni Mitchell

Desire

The whole trouble with it is the way it makes you reach past boundaries you'd never considered existed for your trespassing before. Some
moral, some physical but most mental, perceptional. But as you steal and take and lie and cheat you come to realize you just feel more empty and a lot less. When you come to think of it. If you still find yourself capable of thought outside of want.
Free yourself.
Shatter those shackles.
Welcome back.

TragiComedies

I sit back and watch shifting patterns of tragedy flicker over your features. Over by the eyes some soil erosion causes loss. It makes it all the more easy for the breaking of the dam, the opening of the floodgates of your tears.