Not Far

I'm counting down trying to ignore the truth,
but it's always coming back to me again
Wondering if wrong can be right somehow
as I'm trying to comprehend why me
When something so far away left far behind
only leaving me feeling incapable of change
Where I'm dreaming it was not true but fake
seemingly sleeping is easier than being awake
It is not far and it is not right of you
It is not fair for me to feel incomplete
hurting from the muscles that are holding
my chest upright and free to breathe
still I'm leaving the skin that once was safe
to become the one i longed to be in the end

Walk in St Peter's with iPhone 1

Today after work I decided to take a walk in St Peter's Village. It was perfect. Warm, sunny and peaceful. I didn't have my camera with me but was dying to keep some of the images that I witnessed. Luckily I had my phone. I snapped these and was happy that they turned out ok for being pictures from a phone.

Walk in St Peter's with iPhone 2

Yes! I know you're not supposed to "destroy" nature with scribble and graffiti, but man I'm I happy people do! It is art no matter what is right or wrong. Look at these pieces of amazing compositions, balance, colors and textures made by human hands. It is wonderful to me. I love it; it inspires me, it makes me dream and it makes me jump for joy. Thank you to all the "bad" people who spray paint rocks. You are making a museum outdoors! And thank god for my iphone! ;-)

Chinatown Collage

My Feet

My feet ran so fast that I crashed into the wall and started bleeding
So I stopped and checked my wound, but then I kept running
I was wondering if anyone saw me while I was hurting this bad
Totally content no one was breathing down my neck this time
but as soon as I realized I was still bleeding I knew the facts
I should have called for help but really did not know who could listen
The ones I wanted to hear was not close enough to hear me
every string that held me together was cut loose when I crashed
and they fell to the ground so fast I tripped all over them again
when I was down I noticed my feet and they where naked
they stood on the ground steady but with sensitive soles
My feet knew more about me than my brain and my heart
They told me not to jump, not to run and not to trust the ground
Told me to follow them and now I see them while I am standing
They carry me and I trust them even when they are hurting
My feet