"I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!
I try to give that to people.
I misrepresent things to them.
I don't tell the truth; I tell what ought to be truth."
--T. Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire

16 May 2011

My life, in this moment, feels very strange

Strange
How the ending comes faster than a freight train
And a ladder descends from the sky
And the helicopter takes me away

Strange
How we get what we need when we just don't want it
And your lives meet up and make no eye contact
And your feet are suddenly so interesting

Strange
How everything is more beautiful flying past a window
And you want to know the view from the steering wheel
But you can't face forward for that long

Strange
How you always want the answers to things you know
But never ask the questions begging to be posed
And it's not blindness if your eyes are closed

Strange
How I want to bury myself under your weight and warmth
But my cloud brows storm above my sunny lips
And I'm cool as moonlight in your presence