i guess i'm switching to tumblr? call me a trend whore.

http://owensfashowens.tumblr.com/

sunrise after sunset, unwashed sheets, pack after pack of tobacco, scouring change for food and gas and other means to extend the weekend past reasonable timeframes. never truly sleeping, but drifting in and out of slumber as the noises of others keep my consciousness alive. bedtimes are mornings and mornings are afternoons. houses and apartments decorated not by redundant furnishings but by the souls of the people who fill them up. trips to drive-throughs and gas stations are really mere excuses to sing in the car without hesitation or shame. all my clothes in backpacks and bags, serving as my mobile closet from place to place. by no means conventional or ostentatious, you sneer at its laughable simplicity, but i don't find it an agonizing flaw. the rhythm and repetition of my existence causes you exasperation which i will gladly accept. brand me as predictable, irrelevant. this is what i know and love.

my proud little eagle, head to the sky, shake your feathers dry, never let anyone see you cry.

heat

i move through you, but fast, like my finger through a lit candle. if i stay too long, you'll burn me.

so i soak myself in your dazzling brilliance, for a split second, before i flee to safety, where i can admire you from afar.

your charring nature is what fascinates me.

even the slightest interaction with you sets everyone ablaze.

you cauterize, burn the germs and sins off people who let them cake their bodies so carelessly.

but you leave open wounds and force newborn skin to the surface, regardless of if it's ready.

so i am left to wonder, is your disinfecting ability that will lay bare my underlying virtue worth the raw flesh you'll leave me behind with?

i am only a frog in liquid you, and i'm begging you, please don't boil me.

Your walls come down, you're bare.

Your walls stay up, you're barely there.

Which burden would you rather bear?

Lay still.


Lay still.

Tylenol is just backwards lonely with a T.

I write I write I write.

I'm right I'm right I'm right.

You can always convince yourself if you try hard enough.

It was always a costume party, and you were the only one with your mask off.