Thus, when my heart opened up so very big, and gulped some fresh air.. some emptiness followed... as it often does when you stop running from yourself so hard. So I'm sitting here now, in a little bit of expectancy, hope and above all, oddly enough some peace.
Just peace.
It's quiet, it's full, it's pregnant, it's as if I've made room for something in my soul by taking out some garbage.
It's like an empty apartment waiting to be furnished... yeah that's it.
The crap out on the curb is rather rotten and... as I see now, not inconsequential.
And I bought a Lincoln. So I'm also a pimp. A lonely pimp.
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