창가에 앉아- window seat

whenever it feels calm,
calm enough to sit on that old english couch after the house warming party...
i would find myself calling the landlord to cancel the rent
after the week has ended.
i'll lease my old couch and buy a bus ticket,
presuming that winter winds will find its way...
and i'll be on the road again.

interesting would be calling,
when my number paints the calm line.
and the things i wrote, i reckon it would....
make up in things i've lost.

i've picked up a habit of spelling things in irony.
like sad "h-a-p-p-y". dog-"c-a-t". sigh with "h-a-h-a".

with time, once brave enough to know that everything is a lie,

i'll wake up to that burnt toast and smell the coffee,

drink and notice that the world doesnt even care if i wake up or die.

it goes on without me like a show that starts without me.

words and situation comes hand in hand,
without one or the another

it would never succeed in creating the perfect emotion.
enough emotion to keep one hand in the pocket while the

other for the hole in the heart.
when everything is stuck in an emotional turmoil,
the least or perhaps the only thing to stay alive is

to keep irony,

primary.