Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Days like these make me wish I were blind.
Worse days make me want to take out my eyes.
I want an excuse for blundering into everything that I do.
I want to blame it all on something else besides my own poor judgement.
I want to be different and say it was the sound of your voice, not the way that you smile that drew me in first.

Days like these make me wish I were deaf.
Worse days make me eye pencils thoughtfully.
I want an excuse for being so ignorant to the obvious things that are said to me.
I want to blame all my carelessness on a lack of understanding or ability to hear.
I want to be unique and devote all of my senses to giving you something so beautiful words can't express it.

Days like these make me wish I were stupid.
Worse days make car wrecks look like easy ways out.
I want an excuse for my lack of comprehension and my in ability to remember things.
I want to blame all my inattentiveness on a lack of comprehension and stability.
I want to be unique in all the simple ways that I can't help but overlook in all of my overly logical or compensationary ways.

However, days like these leave me as me.
Worse days remind me how nice it is to be me.
I don't need excuses for all of my faults and all the annoying things about myself.
I don't need to blame my mistakes on some horribly dehabiliting injury or situation.
I'm unique in the way that I have you and I get to shower you in the best and worst of me.
My overly logical, know-it-all, smart mouthed, smart ass, obliviously obvious, stubbornly, nerdy, lame, well-traveled, rub-it-in-all-the-time, off-key, well read, introspective, likeably friendly, and slightly charismatic way.
Mildly handsome in my own way, I bring a little bit of chaos into your life.

Free-spirited and openly imaginative, I take flight on wings made of dreams. I'll nest in your branches which reach happily to the sky with tall ambitions and deep rooted plans, greeting me everytime I fly by.
I'm no seasonal bird, I'll stay all winter.

Green leaves or bare branches, I'll stay all year...


Green leaves...or bare branches.

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