Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The type of thing a parent says to a child.

A deep inner peace.
Visualized and romanticized.
Our time limited.

I'm selling my stocks.
Everything I have vested in you, has come to ruin.
There are no bearings from a broken compass.

Dirty words on the wall.
I'll be the one to pick you up,
Shall you fall.