Windy In Santa Ana

The air smells happy and sad
at the same time
It’s been too windy
I don’t get to self destruct

I don’t hate people but
they like to crash their
cars into me
the wind blows south

It’s angry and loud
It rebels
using trees as lips
to whistle
“it’s here”

why do I need passion
or love? 
I have the public library
and soap suds

People say stupid things
I’m not a people
I don’t get to self destruct
I just get stuck

It was a pain
deep in my sternum
doesn’t make a difference
talking about it

My memories get all mixed up
My dreams feel so real

shutting up

Break it up
I don’t get to self destruct
I’ll be dead before I’m conscious

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

I'm not people.. .

just too balanced and interesting indeed...^^