stream of consciousness

why does everyone want answers i don't have answers why doesn't everyone stand on a table or just go home maybe no one really has a home and that's why they look for soap that smells like a memory they forgot to forget or an old school they wish they still knew or friends that bring back the thought of eating pizza in front of a stupid movie but feeling that you belong even if in the end they didn't care for the moment you were there and what is life anyway but a string of fleeting moments somewhere there's a place where we belong, violin, maybe there'll be violin there and maybe i'll play it like tiffany does but then why am i so tired and if i'm so tired why don't i just sleep instead of writing stream of consciousness entries into my blog because the truth is i love the smell of honesty and new lit candles but they remind me of a moment i got stuck in or maybe i'm just not who i used to be and maybe i should just pack it up today it's time to put it in a box. goodnight.