Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Home is where I want to be.

Home is where I want to be. Pick me up and turn me ‘round. I feel numb, born with a weak heart. So I guess I must be having fun. The less we say about it the better. Make it up as we go along. Feet on the ground, head in the sky. It’s OK, I know nothing’s wrong. I got plenty of time. You got light in your eyes. And you are standing here beside me. I love the passing of time. Never for money, always for love. Cover up and say goodnight. Home is where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there. I come home, she lifted up her wings, guess that this must be the place. I can’t tell one from another, did I find you, or you find me? There was a time before we were born, if someone asks, this is where I’ll be. We drift in and out. Sing into my mouth. Out of all those kinds of people, you got a face with a view. I’m just an animal looking for a home. Share the same space for a minute or two. And you love me till my heart stop, love me till I’m dead. Eyes that light up, eyes look through you. Cover up the blank spots, hit me on the head.

Text by Julia Rosa Clark.
Pic by Mr.Gonzalez.

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