SpiderwebWisher
I take what comes to me. I get what I want. I see them, and I count my millions, and I hand it to them in bunches. They accept what I give them. I am the buyer.
Flaunt everything you've got. Sing them songs of romance, write them stories of inspiration, show them movies of adventure. Stride on velvet carpets with long, exposing dresses and deceiving tuxedos and laugh a fake laugh when they tell you a joke, don't forget to smile for the camera. You are Hollywood's cover, you are an image of perfection (picture Tom Hiddleston), and you are JUST an image.
things to pack for the road: ideas, thoughts, sorrows, meanings, memories, loves, anger, voice, confidence, passion, experience, courage, wanderlust... they're lost now. the train was derailed.
pack your thoughts
scribbled ideas at the corners of your lips
i see your pain
as you sit alone on the seat in front of me
you listen to music
because it heals you
slightly
and i see you watch the (s)cars go by
but they don't go away
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