notjustme
stars worms people the moon onstage at home alone in the dirt in the sky on the water my porch lights your eyes lightning eclipse silence silence silence
too many
don't think, only write
song penetrates
my mind
thought bubbles burst and soap suds fly through the air
like droplets of spittle...
delicious. only, now
there's soap in my eye and i can't stop typing i only have a minuit better keep
babbling
people do too much of that already
maybe i'll do the world a favor,
add to
the conspiracy
of silence
the one rampaging through our minds
and razing down all coherent thought
in a destructive kind of
hate
or, really
the only kind
there's too many of me inside
maybe
if a few
were silent
this echo woulden't sound
so
loud
it's not about singing. i know that when i think of a chorus, i think about singing, but that's not what it's about. that's the same with everything though, right? i think of the word, and i get that full happy feeling of thirty people sitting in the same room, singing the same song. it's the same with everything. words dont really mean anything unless they have a feeling that comes along with them. the sounds don't mean shit. i could sit here and write nonsense for hours (i only have a minuit, i know), but if it doesn't mean anything, it doesn't mean anything. a word is just a word.
and a chorus of people singing hallejulah as the world crumbles around us woulden't mean a thing to me, except i know that the word being sung over and over means 'rejoicing'. and maybe i wouldn't be as scared as i would be if they were singing satanic spells or something. i don't know.
it's not the word, it's the meaning you give it.
i'm so full of bullshit