SailingStars

I shared this picture that wrote "If you live in a gun-free house and don't believe in God and someone breaks into your house, you are going to going to do two things 1)Call someone with guns to help 2)Pray to God you don't die." And my step-brother commented saying that "One day you'll understand, i'll have to explain how these views are bad for you." I commented back (no intention of rhyming whatsoever until halfway through writing when I realized I was freestyling.) with this: Why would I want to live in a defenseless country? Like taking claws off a cat, we're better than that. Ok, so let's put this in perspective, guns are outlawed.

"It's you that brings the house down" Every rerecited line echoing from my lips seemed to end up in a smirk not because of my unoriginality to quote the love lines from others but because of why. why it seemed every other reason to live could tango off the tip of my toungue and tumble into the endless nights of smoke and poker but when it came to you, I'm silent. so silent, that the endless nights turn into brisk glimpses of the moon before i tucked myself into sleep so maybe I could dream about that face of yours and my subconscious can run its fingers through that soft hair- infront of everyone, infront of the world, without you l

I visited an exuberant old lady to buy something off craigslist today (an old army trunk) and this is what a conjured up in about 5-10min on the way home. Sorry if it's not well done. Had to get the thought out though, more detail could've been present. Listening to an old lady tell her story like it was the last tale in the world in a background of silence and a humming airconditioner to a mood of emptiness, ready to be filled with the visual art she bragged about creatingso much. Every belonging wasn't just a possesion, it was a gift from life and her's was so long she had just as many stories as she did watching people fall. Just hearing