Jan 14, 2006 02:24
"I've had a knack from way back, of breaking the rules once I learn the game."
So, my grandfather is dead. No apparent cause. My grandmother is dead. No apparent cause. Sixty four years of marriage, and they died within six weeks of each other.
Love exists. And it's as turbulent as mine.
I'm alone. I'm numb. People I love seem to keep dying on me. People I love are falling apart - Austin's heart, my mother's heart. And then there's the cancer...seems to like sticking around. And then there's me. I've forgotten how to cry or something. I just can't. I'm numb, and I hate it, but how do you inject life into lifeless tissue? Bolt of lightning and a new brain or something.
Dear lord...I am so intoxicated. If this computer would just hold still, I could get out some of what I actually mean. But it won't. And I can't.
I'm tired of being alone. Wish I had something to open up - as it is, all I've got is legs. And no one real to enjoy the irony.
"And they say goldfish have no memory
I guess their lives are much like mine
And the little, plastic castle
Is a surprise every time..."