indigo_childhood aM i DiStUrBeD? Clouds as thick as fog, Falling from the sky, The smirk upon your lips, A twinkle in your eye. You sit alone before me, You got there long ago, Placed beneath a tree, To be found upon a throw. With your twinkling eyes, Watch me as I draw near. No-one knows who you are, The reason somehow becomes clear. As I sit down next to you, Feeling the nothingness of your skin, Having this conversation, That we are only in. The dampness of the ground, Finding its way to my heart; Because I know when we grow older, You and I must then part. So sitting here next to you, Knowing you talk only to me, Laughing, joking and sharing secrets, With you, whom I only see. Hand in hand we walk together, Underneath the mist. Reminiscing times together, And wishes we had wished. So when I am feeling lonely, I always know you're there, Sitting under the sycamore tree, With blue feathers in your hair. 040910 ... cpgurrl (applause) 040910 ... suicidalchinadoll childhood is ablaze with colour. Living colour.. I live a black-and-white present.. it especially seems to be apparent on days when all I see is a gray sky with some sort of pseudo-fluorescent sun shining through naked tree limbs, wishing to see in something in colour again.. 050123 ... anna lacroix i think i'm grey, not gray. black and white smooshed. 100123 what's it to you? who go blather from