typing up another afternoon
looking at pictures within my eyes

for a brief moment, I began to understand addiction
knew what it felt like to withdrawl
i'm afraid you'll find me too attached
maybe, baby, just in love

rough morning,
tougher than usual
i find strength in a voice, quivering inbetween words
everything's wet, and angry
i'm the same, but dry
wondering if it will ever be understood

forward march
onward climb
i must dedicate myself, to myself
if i'm ever going to pass with flying colors.
could you ever pick a favorite color?
not me.
maybe that's the problem

i want to be green.
the kind of green with out envy.
just new and fresh, surprise people after rain.
clinging to the naked tree within.