if I was beaten,bloody,and bruised..would you be my bandaid?
hi-ho and away we go. I just ate a pear and it wasn't juicy. pity. pears are supposed to be juicy. o well. I like plums better anyway. today is Thursday. today was filled with a lot of "should have's" and "shouldn't have's",but with all that put aside it went fairly smoothly. I realized that a lot of people that I think know me don't know my name,and people that I don't know more than as a simple aquaintance remember my name. what a strange,strange world. Robert dyed his hair black because he didn't like how the blonde looked from the original brown..now he and his sister Robin look more like twins..which they are. I had a rather amusing conversation with Courtney about stalkers and how they make shrines of your pictures and fingernails, then look through the keyhole in your door while you get dressed/undressed while they sip from your used coke bottle and make believe they're kissing you indirectly. yes,it was great fun. oh,and I wrote a poem..
**Untitled**
"the slow ticktocktick of the device counting the secondsminuteshours of our lives slowly drives me to the edge where the thin line between the sane and insanity exist,where love and hate collide,where the constant dripdropdrip of the faucet flows down.down.down to the unknown reality of what we really are .stop
.breathe"
mhm,that is my poem.
..if I told you that I loved you,would you blame me? would you patronize or embrace me? would you walk away and never speak to the likes of me again,or would you watch as I walk away embarrased, and wish I'd come back to talk for only a few more minutes?..
(if you noticed..for every entry I write,I sign off with some random rant..don't be bothered,this is merely how I state my thoughts..in a nutshell without really detailing them. thanks for reading)
**Untitled**
"the slow ticktocktick of the device counting the secondsminuteshours of our lives slowly drives me to the edge where the thin line between the sane and insanity exist,where love and hate collide,where the constant dripdropdrip of the faucet flows down.down.down to the unknown reality of what we really are .stop
.breathe"
mhm,that is my poem.
..if I told you that I loved you,would you blame me? would you patronize or embrace me? would you walk away and never speak to the likes of me again,or would you watch as I walk away embarrased, and wish I'd come back to talk for only a few more minutes?..
(if you noticed..for every entry I write,I sign off with some random rant..don't be bothered,this is merely how I state my thoughts..in a nutshell without really detailing them. thanks for reading)