well?

I know what kind of person I'll be.
I'll be the person who doesn't make their own friends,
but the person people meet through the few friends I have.
I won't be the person who dates.
I won't date.
that age is gone now.
But at least I took what a could,
while I could.
I won't be the kind of person who goes out on a regular basis,
not unless I'm convinced,
unless someone drags me out the door,
and doesn't desert me.
I'll be the kind of person you see on the street
the person who's name you Kind of know,
but who's otherwise unknown.
I'll be the person who doesn't talk a lot,
until the right subject comes up
like music, or art, or school.
Then everyone in the room hears my voice.
for a few seconds.
I won't be the person who starts the conversation and keeps it going.
I'll be the person who listens to the conversation,
and who tags along with all the verbal adventures.

I'll be the child
with the Adult in my stomach,
and the Criminal in my lungs,
and the encyclopedia of uselessness and clichés in my head,
and the heart that went hollow when I was born.




In other news:
I got tickets for the Sigur Ros concert on September 18th, at the Bronson centre in Ottawa. 7PM show. Hope I'm living there by then, and don't have to work that night. Can't wait, Can't wait. Can't wait for my tattoo either, which will be the little angel dude.

well, such is life.