Backseat Sleeper

The light that is falling through the blinds and onto my face doesn't really feel like it's seeping through the bars of a prison anymore.... but I'm still convinced that this bedroom is a cage. I can't breathe in here. I feel like an animal... only an animal has memories without understanding. I understand very well that it's possible to never touch those shafts of light outside of the cage. It's what keeps me awake.

I can make anything into a cage. A heart. A head. A city. A friendship. I collect things and people and ideas. I keep them from the cold. I am the sun, only sometimes even the sun catches a wink behind the clouds.

Signs of life. I'm chewing this piece of gum of yours that I've saved. Blow bubbles baby... but I know that you love me for more than my alliteration.

Sunday finds me losing pieces of myself on purpose, and rooting against the home team. Fall leads to winter and I'm ready for 30 below... myself.

If it means anything, I spend my time with a bunch of people who ignore the vibrant sky and just look for the pot of gold at the end.... except you.