The Mend

Bu Bump Bu Bump
I can hear the beating
Rhytmically calling my name
Growing louder with every passing moment
Seemingly an endless loop
And I can feel the pain
But its not my own
Broken hearts seem to be forgotten
The pulse begins to race
Bu Bump Bu Bump
The curiosity growing
Anticipation blinding all judgement
As the sound grows closer the rythm speeds up
Eyes search everywhere and find nothing
The soul begins its own journey
Winding aimlessly down the path to the deep
Bu Bump Bu Bump
A voice can be heard above the sound
The words still lost
Could this be what the search was for
Has the aimless wandering been worth it
Bu Bump Bu Bump
The pain no longer felt
The sound now doubled by my own beating
BU BUMP BU BUMP
A begining...or the end...

so all today I have been studying physical geography which is the most boring shit ever. I came home had some food and a shower and I felt like I should be somewhat creative...whether I have succeeded or not in making a good poem I have been creative and for that I am happy!

"exhale...another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed..." Dashboard confessional - Again it goes unnoticed

This line personifies what I am always talking about...The little things are what count and yet they always go unnoticed, are unerappreciated, forgotten...etc...so today exhale and feel priveldged that you get another breath!!

if I often write insomniatic ramblings does that mean I am insomniac??
peace