it must be madness.
an end of an era.
i hate my liquid
and your fuzzy smile
.another time, another place
and I would walk a mile for an obelisk,
for the redwoods by the sea.
each time i think i cringe
and shirk from the thought
and try to refocus on a brighter spot.
it'll be, it'll be, it'll be
something better than i can see.
but the sickness in my stomach
of what seems like a small death
over, and over, and over
in the day, in my dreams, in my thoughts.
and i can't cohere to the thought.
as it does not make sense in my head
how...why...you

shut up and get back to work.

because it doesn't fucking matter what I want or what I desire. Because this is the world I live in. And I have to fucking deal with how it is. Every other part is right and good, except for this. And I want perfection. And I want to complete the picture. or I want to forget.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL