this is it, this is it

if it weren't for the twirly-swirly-wizard-of-oz-storm
making its way around the canals and inner work-ings
of my brain...

maybe, perhaps, i would know how to begin...
introductions were never my thing.

so
why
is
it
that when you are so young, everything
begins to feel like armageddon
i have survived the end of the world
count-less times
if this is true
but it's not, it can't be...

left shoulder says grasp, claw, fake your way
even if it means you lose yourself
because somewhere deep inside your gut
you know you want it...

right shoulder SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF his/her lungs
be a constant, nothing lasts forever, only Him.
listen to mr. teo and miss cornelia.
please, they do know best.
even if they do connect ev-er-y-thing to a well thought out
fantasy world

so, may I take a quick li-ttle vote:
why do I continue listening to my stupid
left
shoulder?