BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS.

"Broken rules have broken laws have broken hearts have broken all." - Pitbull ft. Akon Mr. Right Now

I walk alone. I walk alone. The old freeway I'm walking on is grey and seems endless. The sky is grey. It's cloudy. I walk alone. I walk alone. It's cold. No one's there. There's not even any sound except for the old melody that followed me all the way. There are paper sheets flying in the wind. They are art-scholar-papers. I walk alone. I walk alone. Empty paper is lying on the street. I just walk by, don't even look. There is no color. I walk alone. I walk alone.  I walk past a broken piano, dusty. I walk past a guitar leaning against it. Never played. I walk past the old abandoned art school. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk past all those notes, all those joyfull melodies, that stopped playing in my head. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk past her house. Past her grave I haven't visited in so long. Photos of her funeral blown in the air by the calm, warm wind. I wasn't there. I was alone. I walk alone. I walk alone. Walking doesn't hurt. My legs aren't tired. It just seems endless. I walk alone. I walk alone. There are so many words written on the grey cloudy sky surrounding me. Never said them. I walk alone. I walk alone. There's no one. No sign of life. It almost seems like there has never been anyone on it except for me. Broken houses. Broken rules. I walk alone.  I walk alone. I walk alone. Conversations - never happened. Broken Hearts never fixed. I walk alone.

I'm thinking about you.

I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like teenage daughters want to incite. Like their mothers want them to gain insight. Like starving people think about food. Like her finger thinks about a ring. Like he thinks about running away from all those responsibilities. I'm thinking abou you like a perfectionist thinks about getting better, like vegas thinks about  a bettor. I'm thinking about you like fries think about potatoes. Like snow thinks about the cold. I'm thinking about you -much. Like all others suck. Like skin thinks about touch and touch thinks about... love. I'm thinking about you ike she always thinks about him, like sometimes you just need a hymn! I'm thinking about you like blind people think about color. Like a flower thinks about the sun who thinks about summer who thinks about winter who misses the exact same freaking sun! Like mothers think about their son. I'm thinking about you like tears think about falling. Like teenagers think about nothing and think nothing is everything without seeing anything other than that one thing. I'm thinking about you like a heart thinks about beating. Like Egypt thinks about freedom. Like cookies think about chocolate chips. I'm thinking about you like water thinks about ditches, like the ugly christmas sweater itches, like players think about... winning the game. I'm thinking about you. Do you even listen? I'm thinking about you like someone who has to pee really badly thinks about a toilet. Like pi thinks about math and math is selfish and thinks it's most important. About you. Like you don't think of me. I'm thinking about you like I should live my life and not waste my time. Like I should stop thinking about you... and be with you.

Direct Orders.

You are under direct orders to rock out.
Rock out like you got this nervous, awesome feeling in your tummy. Rock out like you just bought something way too expensive. Rock out like you danced the whole night.Rock out like they just passed  universal suffrage. Rock out like  you get two bags of Cheetos out of the vending machine. Rock out like Kurt Cobain is back and is singing just for you. Rock out like you have a freaking 4,0. Rock out like you are on a Rock concert. Rock out like you're having barbecued streak for dinner.  Rock out like they just told you they love you. Rock out like  the war just ended and everyone's optimist till the next war starts. Rock out  like you just woke up and had an awesome dream. Rock out like it's your last day of life. Rock out like he told you he loves you. Rock out like you were born in the 60's. Rock out like you are free to say whatever you want. Rock out like it's raining outside and you can run through the warm summer rain. Rock out like you have a heart. Rock out like you just found a new favorite song. Rock out like you wrote an awesome poem. Rock out like they published your book. Rock out like you don't need to worry about tomorrow. Rock out like you're an abused woman finally able to fight back. Rock out like you can live in a world where people accept you,  no matter how you look like, who you love or what you believe. Rock out like you're self confident. Rock out like the hot kid  just texted you. Rock out like you have friends who are just like you. Rock out like you're having a chilled day at home. Rock out like you're partying all night. Rock out like your government is based on democracy.  Rock out like he broke your heart and you realized how stupid he actually was. Rock out like you're gonna die soon. Rock out like you don't care. Rock out like there's nothing else to do. Rock out like you're over it.
Rock out like you can be yourself.