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Friday, April 24, 2009
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Friday, April 17, 2009
grotesque
Thursday, April 9, 2009
butterfly net
hey. i haven't died yet.
and my mind isn't completely gone yet.
so i'm doing just fine.
i guess you're going to watch me break.
it will be embarrassing. but i think you'll stay here.
i guess you're going to watch as my mind floats away from me.
even more embarrassing. but i don't think you'll leave with it.
maybe you'll be the one to catch it.
maybe find the pieces and put it back together with me.
because you're here.
and you're wonderful.
mmmmmmmmmmm....
and you're right here.
and i can't feel my heart sinking anymore.
and i think you have a tighter hold on my mind then i do.
thank you.
and my mind isn't completely gone yet.
so i'm doing just fine.
i guess you're going to watch me break.
it will be embarrassing. but i think you'll stay here.
i guess you're going to watch as my mind floats away from me.
even more embarrassing. but i don't think you'll leave with it.
maybe you'll be the one to catch it.
maybe find the pieces and put it back together with me.
because you're here.
and you're wonderful.
mmmmmmmmmmm....
and you're right here.
and i can't feel my heart sinking anymore.
and i think you have a tighter hold on my mind then i do.
thank you.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
droan
droan.
i've been sleeping most my days.
when i'm not sleeping, i might as well be.
i'm so droan you can't even tell what i'm thiking.
chances are, i'm not.
i can't stay up
or sit up
or hear what you're saying.
i can't see you standing in front of me
and i definitely can't feel you.
don't try to blow in my face because i won't feel it.
i can't feel anything anymore,
except the wait of my head on my neck
and the floating of my fingers in front of me.
i close my eyes
they don't want to open.
or they don't care to.
i'm tired.
i'm so droan.
i've been sleeping most my days.
when i'm not sleeping, i might as well be.
i'm so droan you can't even tell what i'm thiking.
chances are, i'm not.
i can't stay up
or sit up
or hear what you're saying.
i can't see you standing in front of me
and i definitely can't feel you.
don't try to blow in my face because i won't feel it.
i can't feel anything anymore,
except the wait of my head on my neck
and the floating of my fingers in front of me.
i close my eyes
they don't want to open.
or they don't care to.
i'm tired.
i'm so droan.
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