Last time I saw you,
It was cold,
and I wasn't.
All we ever knew was snow and ice,
and now that it's gone,
so are we.
everything just melted away,
into ditches and streams,
and It's like it was never there.
But it will snow again, someday,
And I won't have cold fingers.
but for now,
I'll keep my hands in my pockets,
and try to keep them warm
from the blistering sun.
I'll wear my boots
on the burning pavement.
I'll war out the summer
and wait for the next winter,
should I live to see it.

and somehow that doesn't fit.
none of it is true, really.
It's all lies
just something I think I feel-
but I don't.
something I planted in myself.
Maybe I thought it would take seed,
maybe I thought it would grow in me,
or on me, I suppose.
but nothing did.
Afterall,
how many plants survive without light?
Only bats live in this heart,
and I'm sorry you can't see it.
But, unfortunately,
theres no light to turn on to help you.
you'll just have to feel your way out






watched Sin City.. it rocked. I'm jealous of the digital artists who got to do that film. I wish I could get something like that under my belt. fuckin' eh is all I can say.
and... BAM