roxyforthewin

How is the weather on your side of the lake?
Over here it’s been raining for days.
Tell me, how high does the grass grow over there?
And how often do the fireflies play?
Over here we’ve got mothballs and curtains and chairs

When I run my fingers through the ridges that form the name 
On an old granite grave in an old dark cemetery
Where all is moss and loss
and depth and death

There's something special about winter in New England
There's the way that the emissions from the smoke stacks blend into the bright, white clouds

I wish I was a lighthouse keeper.
I would sit in my tower at the edge of the sea and watch the world go by.
I would sing to myself 'twixt the gray barren rocks and  sit solemnly under the sky

I am in a box and someone is pounding on the outside walls
I am assualted by arrows of lght and sound 
I am so, so alone.
My sweater is too warm.
My pants are too stiff.
My box is too small and the walls are closing in.

I watch the inauguration live on TV in my school library. The clouds literally parted in DC right when Lady Gaga started singing. I felt my heart pounding along with the beat of the "President's own Marine Corps band".