Hey, so here I am, shaking from the three coffees I've had today but anyway. As I've been in this Starbucks 3 minutes off campus listening to jazz and reading Shakespeare I remembered I wrote something in my notebook that I meant to post when I was home but totally forgot. So in the name of procrastination here you go. It's a little poem I wrote on the plane flying home so I hope you like it.
For the Sunlight Girl
For the Sunlight girl there were only ever shadows
she shown and shown but couldn't help but know
behind every glowing surface was a shadow
For the Sunlight girl the sky was her home
the clouds and birds were her friends
she saw the world like no one else
helped arguing storms to make amends
Without the Sunlight girl things would be awfully bleak
never knowing how many days turned into weeks
never knowing growing like bread without heat
Never standing, grab a chair, pull up a seat
to watch the earth spin as to walk with no feet, what a feat
to say the least, of which is that darkness that stayed asleep
has come out to creep around
and push back the turned backs of these turnstiles, burned backs.
Black Jack, there's a winner in this rat pack,
bundle up the knapsack and let me hear the clip clap,
the clip clap of the feet down the street
the street with the lights out in the middle of the day
the electric bill overdraft the landlord didn't pay
this debt with the Sunlight girl will stay
as the world spins around her
faster and faster
until she finally blinks and it's dark
and over.
It's very stream of conscious but that's kinda what I was going for,
Heavily influenced by George Watsky's new album xInfinity
Talk soon (hopefully)
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