I feel like the clouds are in the sky
I feel like it is a gray day
But I look out my window and notice the light, the blue skies, the bristling wind
The chill still seeps in through the windows
Los Angeles is surprisingly cold compared to where I grew up
A fondness for the Hawaiian Islands springs to my chest
But I soon forget fore my memories are fogged with sadness
from the screams and the yelling and the cattiness and deceit of the people I knew there
It wasn't a happy place
It wasn't a nice place
But now I'm sure I could find people there
Being in the program and all
I am an addict
This is what I feel like telling you
I feel like you need to know about my life
There is much going on in my world of dreams
I am an aspiring musician, bored, of course, because there is no lead for my collar
My beautiful stunning majestic voice
That sprouts jazz and high pitched notes that shimmer as Christina Aguilera's voice shimmies
I can see the light through the blinds in my window
It's reflecting on a building and a tree with shaking leaves in the breeze stands before it
I am present
I am here
I am aware
Even if you don't know it
Where has the time gone?
Where have my friends gone?
Have I ever had any to begin with?
Time or friends
Time a fickle thing
Time in relevancy
Do we live by a clock that controls our world or should we float on without it?
Time reminds me of the sky, the rising and setting of the sun and moon
Why pry into space?
When the story on land is so much more beautiful to us humans?