restless

I’m a bit crass, a bit worn for the weather, a bit under estimated, I can be sick and twisted, I can manage a little controversy I can even come out clean most times after a careless tirade. 

But I need silence. 

Nothing but silence. 

The world is getting louder and louder and making me do crazy shit…like want to yell at strangers about the chips on their shoulders, have  a stare down with some rude pedestrian, make me want to run over cab drivers and scream at screaming children having temper tantrums while their mothers blankly stare off into the ether.  The ether that seems to be slowly creeping in between everyone ears.  Can’t we just have some peace, some solace in being alive?  I want a good cup of Turkish coffee, a magazine, a cigarette and some good music. 

Is this too much to ask for?

~ by Timbre on April 25, 2008.