I bet Ralph Emerson would've liked Oreos.

This is the era of babies making babies.
This is the era of children falling off swings to find that sometimes
nobody will be there to catch them.
These are the days when we are forced to except responibilities we did not verbally ask for.
The verbal language is useless when you can act out verbs and recieve something in exchange.

what were you asking for?
was i subconsciencely asking for this?
am i just pressured by my past experiences?

I can't wait,
won't wait,
am scared of waiting
for the day when i'm sitting proped up on a hospital bed screaming and sweaty.
subconsciencely i think i might be scared that i'll lose him if this doesn't happen.
that thought makes me want to vomit.
i can't be that vially retarted...
...can i?

It's just his hands are so dark and calloused,
and mine are pale and soft.
i'm practicaly translucent.
but i could lose him easily in the dark.

He wondered out loud if you'd be dark like him.
I wonder to myself if you'll be soft like me.
mabye you'll be soft in the darkness.
or hard when everything around you is at it's clearest.