In quintessential triviality for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

i couldn't think of anything to say today so i did what any self-respecting poet would do. i went out driving to see what i could find. it never fails me. im sure one day i'll be so distracted by my thoughts i'll die that way, on the road. but the way i see it, that's probably just fine. at least i'll be with my thoughts at the end, on the move, that's how i'd prefer to go. the things i pass in a hurry, but in the car i feel a stillness. and as my high tones harmonize with prerecorded voices i feel absolutely calm. the girl behind me in her little red car beats imaginary drums and i sing over and over, I will take my message home. I come out here to get a message, and then I have to take it home and write it down. reminders fling like arrows from all the things on the side of the road, sticking briefly and then fleeting--a wooden cross, i should have read the bible, father and sons road i want a man to be father to my sons some day, a carcass picked at by a vulture, there are vultures here? crude naked neck red and its eyes beady, it merely hobbles out of the car's way, not afraid of death, picking at meat. a giant oak where a farm used to be, now million dollar houses, at least they kept that one ancient tree. and there are flowers, all orange ones, they must be some kind of lilies but i'm seeing them everywhere, five-fingered stars and i passed a tiny field with three horses, 2 chestnuts and a black. i've always wanted a black horse. i should have went back and taken a picture. and i didnt care that my hair was unwashed and driving around braless in the wind, i felt like a dirty hippy but it's not like i was really going anywhere, just observing. and i think about how badly i want to sing 'a message' to the one i'll love one day. at first i thought that song was completely trite, but i never realized its full power until i sung it myself and took it in my own lungs. my song is love, love for the loveless shown...that's what i've always wanted quietly and not even all for myself. love for the loveless to materialize. i love the song most because i can harmonize so well with it; i feel it matches my timbre perfectly and me it, and the sounds come so easily in my throat. one day ill look that one in the eye and say you don't have to be on your own, and not be afraid i'm not gonna take it back, in my earnest moan. and do i care that even at this point im avoiding the whole world and it's avoiding me? i'm always so tranquilly observing from just beyond the glassy cleave between the world and me. and even with this i didn't say half the things i wanted to, because they fell away before i could get back. there's only one thing i don't agree with and that's that i'm nothing on my own. im something on my own, whether it's a muddled something that i don't know but it's something. perhaps a naive something. perhaps a sleepy something. perhaps a dreaming, fucking, singing something, lips puckered, cockle-shelled, winging away with the flurry of four sparrows over the road, jealous of their feathers and their sailing tails, and as they featherglide higher i feel like the earth is far beneath them as the angels flying over hell.

Playing? Coldplay. A Message.