Thursday, May 13, 2010

Coming home


" I can hear it calling me the way it used to do
I can hear it calling me back home"


Careful, my fingers following the wall
I am coming back to where I felt safest.
I've been playing with people's minds,
to forget my own.
I believed their words
to erase mine.
I pretended to be myself
to forget my trying to always be
someone else.
I was in the sun and I colored myself pretty,
now it got too boring.
I paid attention to every detail,
but I returned to the chaos I remember.
Created new meanings,
only to blow them to pieces.
I claimed my vengeance,
now I burned down every proof
and I'm coming back.
So open the door
and turn off the light...