Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Can't help it if I'm full of fire.

I've been put down, pushed around, apprehended and led downtown. An' I can't help it if I'm out of sight, 'Cause I'm restless tonight.

Sometimes running in circles is the best you can do.

Sometimes being stuck is the only acceptable thing.

But then again, sometimes it's okay to be angry at the sticky mud that has been holding you.

It's okay to be done embracing the feeling of it sucking your cute boots under.

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