the disconnect we suffer

the way it fell
i knew the sun set
just for me.
with all
the vile intent
of times arrow
it dropped
and I stood
with my arms stretched
as though i could pull it up
beyond the dip
with all the force
of the master of space
and time
but the sun doesn't listen
to me; it just drops,
and the earth doesn't tick; it just spins.
yet i am bound
to the pulse pushing my being.
my plight,
is a constant struggle
to make my heart
spin instead of throb.
and maybe
to realize that my veins
are little more than straws.
Can a heart sink
below the horizon
and streak pink tears?
it just pumps. and it's color is red.
and it's night now.
but not even the night with the stars
yet. just night.

why hello blog

sure has been a while since i've done this. i need to get back into the habit. i just havn't felt like i had much to say lately. haha wow that sounds wrong. i've got a peice in my head that i've almost written down a few times but can't see to write. i guess for now i have to listen to that. when i want it to come out it will. oh i went with my dad to virginia to see some of the caverns. it was freaking cool. go do that if you ever get the chance. mind blowing. i need to get to bed but i just wanted to write something quick because it had been so long